Oy, Petre, Ivane,
Uze vasha pisenka mynaye,
Uze vasha pisenka mynaye,
Polovyny litechka nemaye.

Iz-za hory sonce yde, ihraye,
Kozachenko konychenka sidlaye.
Kozachenko konychenka sidlaye,
Vyishla yoho stara maty, pytaye:

– Oy kudy ty, miy synochku, hadayesh,
Shcho konyka voronoho sidlayesh?
– A shcho tobi, moya maty, do toho?
Sidlayu ya konychenka ne tvoho...