Pid oblachkom

Pid oblachkom yavir pohylenyi
Na nim sydyt ptashok premylenyi.
Chuyesh, mylyi, yak toi ptashok spivat,
Ze z ljubovy nych dobra ne byvat.

Cy ta ljubost yest od Boha dana,
A chy moze dyablom pidsheptana,
Choc by ne htiv, to musysh ljubyty,
Choc by ne htiv, a musysh terpity.

My vorozka davno vorozyla,
Ze mya zhubyt hlopec chornobryvyi,
Ze ne budu vydit za nym svita,
Az promynut moyi mlady lita.

Pid oblachkom yavir zeleniye,
Chuyesh, mylyi, yak tot viter viye,
Moze vyrve ioho z korenyamy,
Oi mii mylyi, shto z to bude z namy.