Oy u poli krynychen'ka murom murovana.
Kazhut' lyudy, divka harna, nache mal'ovana.
– Mal'ovana, rysovana – til'ky ne dlya tebe,
Yaki buly harni nochi – ty ne buv u mene.
– Ne raz buv u tebe, hovoryv z toboyu,
A ty zh meni vidkazala, zhalkuyesh za mnoyu.
– Ne ya zh tebe vidkazala i ne moya maty,
Vidkazala susidochka z chetvertoyi khaty.
– Ne dumay, ty, divchynon'ko, shcho ya odnu mayu,
A ya zh tebe, divchynon'ko, desyatu kokhayu.
Odna topyt', druha varyt', tretya vodu nosyt',
A chetverta ruchky lomyt', a p`yata holosyt'.
A shostaya i s'omaya mene dozhydaye,
A vos'maya postil' stelyt', dev`yata lyahaye.
A ya zh tuyu, dev`yatuyu, na posteli kynu,
A do tebe, desyatoyi, krylechkamy lynu.
– Obletila b tebe, mylyy, lykhaya hodyna,
Zav`yazala meni ruchky malaya dytyna.
Both Miklos
Igor Perevertniuk
Myroslava Vertiuk
Igor Perevertniuk
2018-05-25