Dohanyaye viter v horach niznu osin,
A smereka nad vodoyu v lita prosyt'
Chy to pisnyu, chy to mriyu – ne vhadayu.
Klyche viter, doshchi hen na playi.

Ahov, ahov, do smerek manlyvych i dibrov,
Ahov, ahov, ozovysya sonyachna lyubov.

Yak zustrity teplyi viter ty zumiyesh,
V horach pisnyu, yasnu kvitku, svoyu mriyu.
Pozovy do sebe v hosti ty cymbaly,
Shchob na shchastya nam vesilnoyi zahraly.

Ahov, ahov, do smerek manlyvych i dibrov,
Ahov, ahov, ozovysya sonyachna lyubov. (2 ryadky – 5)