Ne shchebechy, soloveyko,
Na zori ranenko,
Ne shchebechy, malyusenkyi,
Pid viknom blyzenko.

Tvoya pisnya duze harna,
Ty harno spivayesh,
Ty shchaslyvyi – sparuvavsya
I hnizdechko mayesh.

Ty lety, spivay tym lyudyam,
Kotri veselyat'sya,
Vony pisneyu tvoyeyu
Budut' zabavlyat'sya.

A meni takaya pisnya
Dushu rozdyraye,
Hirshe b’yet'sya moye serce,
Az duch zavmyraye.