Ой верше мій, верше,
Мій зелений верше,
Юж мі так не буде,
Як мі било перше.
Бо перше мі било
Барз мі добрі било,
Од свойой мамички
Не ходити било.
Не ходити било,
Кади я ходила,
Не любити било,
Кого я любила.
Яничку, златовлас,
Чом не ходиш до нас?
Ци ся мами боїш,
Ци о мя не стоїш?
Мами ся не бою
І о тебе стою.
Лем ся преокрутні
Злих язиків бою.
Бо тоти язики
Гірше ніж од меча,–
Порубат, посіче,
Лем кров не потече.
Oh my verse, verse,
My green poem,
It won't be like that,
As I was the first.
Because the first beat me
My good beats,
From his mom
Do not walk either.
Don't walk either,
Kadi I went,
Don't love either,
Who I loved.
Janichka, golden hair,
Why don't you come to us?
Are you afraid of your mother,
Aren't you standing for me?
Mom is not afraid
And I stand for you.
Lem is too cruel
Evil tongues of battle.
Because those languages
Worse than a sword -
Cut down, cut,
The roof will not leak.
