Ne shchebechy, soloveiko,
Na zori ranenko,
Ne shchebechy, maljusenkyi,
Pid viknom blyzenko.
Tvoya pisnya duze harna,
Ty harno spivayesh,
Ty shchaslyvyi – sparuvavsya
I hnizdechko mayesh.
Ty lety, spivai tym ljudyam,
Kotri veselyatsya,
Vony pisneyu tvoyeyu
Budut zabavlyatsya.
A meni takaya pisnya
Dushu rozdyraye,
Hirshe b’yetsya moye serce,
Az duh zavmyraye.
Dumy moyi, dumy moyi
Chom dub ne zelenyi
Vechir nadvori
Hude viter velmy v poli
Ne shchebechy, soloveiko
Povii, vitre, na Vkrayinu
Oi ty, divchyno, z horiha zernya
Chom, zemle moya
Chornyavaya Ivanka
Chorniyi brovy, kariyi ochi
Misyac na nebi
Dyvljus ya na nebo
Tam, de Yatran kruto v’yetsya [1]
Chornomorec
Yihav kozak za Dunai
Horila lypka
Stoyit hora vysokaya
Zashumily lisy
Nich yaka misyachna
Bida polku spokusyla [1]
Tam, pid Lvivskym zamkom [1]
Yak ishov ya z Debrechyna