Ой верше, мій верше,
Мій зелений верше.
Уж мі так не буде,
Уж мі так не буде,
Як... як било перше.
Бо перше мі било,
Барз мі добре било.
Од своєй мамички,
Од своєй мамички,
Не ходити било.
Не ходити било,
Там де я ходила.
Не любити било,
Не любити било,
Кого я любила.
Не ходити било
Горами, стежками.
Не любити хлопця,
Не любити хлопця
З чорними бровами.
Ой верше... Мій верше...
Oh my poem, my poem,
My green poem.
I don't think so,
I don't think so,
How ... how was the first.
Because the first was
Barz beat me well.
From your mom,
From your mom,
Do not walk.
It was not to walk,
Where I went.
It was not to love,
It was not to love,
Who I loved.
Do not walk
Mountains, trails.
Not to love a guy
Not to love a guy
With black eyebrows.
Oh my poem ... My poem ...
