Snyvs' meni baladnyi lycar,
U odniy ruci iskryt'sya
Hostryi mech – ubyvcha krycya,
A v druhiy ruci blyshchyt'
Stalevyi shchyt.

Chornyi vershnyk buyno lyne
Cherez hory i dolyny,
Cherez riky bystroplynni
Na chervonim skakuni –
Baskim koni.

To ne kin, a chort bezrohyi,
Dobre znaye vsi dorohy.
Bez udyla y bez ostrohy
Mchyt' za vitrom udohon,
Nemov ohon.

A z pid kasky v potorochi
To zablysnut' yari ochi,
To pohasnut'. Sered nochi
Tak spalachuye, zhasa
Rushnyc' yasa.

Mov boryvitrovi kryla,
Mov rozip’yati vitryla,
Shcho nehoda zavychryla,
Plashch na vitri lopotyt',
I tripotyt'.

Tors pokazuyuchy hrubyi,
I chobit chudni roztruby.
A u t'mi blyskochut' zuby,
Mov Hrimnycya vyhrava,
Vsi trydcyat' dva.