Transliteration
Menu
Zaishov misyachenko
Za chornuyu hmaru,
A maty shukaye
Svoyii doni paru.
Shukaye, shukaye
Bahatoho syna,
A yiyi kohaye
Bidna syrotyna.
Kohaye, kohaye
Ta i dumaye braty,
Ta tomu kohannyu
Zaradyla maty.
– Oi, mamcyu, oi, mamcyu,
Shcho z vy narobyly,
My tak sya ljubyly,
A vy rozluchyly.
