Chas spishyt', chas zene v kolisnycyach vohnyu,
Ya v vyri vohnennomu tomu horyu,
Zmahayus' iz chasom, – postiyna duel,
Natchnenyi nayivnyi takyi menestrel.

Menestreli, menestreli, kruzyt' chasu karusel,
Mandruvaly menestreli, daruvaly vam pisen.
My spivci dvoriv i vulyc', prymadonny holych ploshch,
Pered namy nebo hnulos', nam pidspivuvav sam doshch.

Menestreli, menestreli, yarmarkova karusel,
Pryvezly sumni y veseli povni koshyky pisen,
Blaznyuvaly y zartuvaly, tancyuvaly, az hulo,
Sonce v huby ciluvaly, ciluvaly, az peklo.

Menestreli, menestreli, kolorova karusel,
Shlyach i pole nam oseli, nasha dolya – karusel.
Nasha dolya – bezdorizzya, u kyshenyach vitru dzvin,
A v dushi svyate i hrishne v zuravlynnyi sklalos' klyn.

Spynit', zupynit' kolisnyci vohnyu,
Ya v vyri vohnennoho chasu zhoryu,
Spivayu, palayu, ostannya duel,
Ya chas ne zdolayu, ya lysh menestrel.