Stoyit' hora vysokaya,
Ta pid horoyu hay, hay, hay,
Zelenyi hay, hustesenkyi,
Nenache spravdi ray.

Pid hayem v’yet'sya richenka,
Yak sklo, voda blyshchyt', blyshchyt',
Dolynoyu shyrokoyu,
Kudys' vona bizyt'.

Kray bereha u zatyshku
Pryv’yazani chovny, chovny,
Tam try verby schylylysya,
Mov zuryat'sya vony.

Do tebe, lyuba richenko,
Shche vernet'sya vesna, vesna,
A molodist' ne vernet'sya,
Ne vernet'sya vona!..