Yak ya malym zbyravsya navesni
Pity u svit neznanymy shlyachamy.
Sorochku maty vyshyla meni,
Chervonymy ta chornymy,
Chervonymy ta chornymy nytkamy.

Pryspiv:
Dva kolory, moyi dva kolory,
Oba na polotni, v dushi moyiy oba.
Dva kolory, moyi dva kolory,
Chervonyi – to lyubov, a chornyi – to zurba.

Mene vodylo bezvisti zyttya,
A ya vertavsya na svoyi porohy.
Pereplelys' yak mamyne shyttya
Moyi shchaslyvi i sumni,
Moyi shchaslyvi i sumni dorohy.

Pryspiv

Meni viynula v ochi syvyna,
Ta ya nichoho ne vezu dodomu,
Lysh zhortochok staroho polotna
I vyshyte moye zyttya,
I vyshyte moye zyttya na nomu.

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