Prychepyvs' vedmid' do zaycya,
Znyav svoyi shtany,
Kaze: "Brat tobi ya starshyi.
Ty mene lyzny.
Chochu ya, shchob cyu poshanu
Ves' pobachyv lis.
Ya za te tobi, miy druze,
Dulyu dam pid nis."

Zaychyk stav v heroys'ku pozu,
Pidkrutyv sviy vus:
"Za taku robotu" – kaze –
"Z rodu ne berus'."
Potim stav na zadni lapky,
Plyunuv u shtany
I pobih vid toho brata –
Sprobuy dozeny!

A os' my chastenko lyzem
Otakych brativ;
Tilky b chto davav lyznuty,
Tilky b chto chotiv...
Boh brativ nam posylaye –
Hirshe satany!
Vze pora i nam plyuvaty
U chuzi shtany.

Vze pora i nam plyuvaty
U chuzi shtany...