U svyato na Chreshchatyku hotuyet'sya parad,
Chvylyuyet'sya, zbyvayet'sya, zakochanyi soldat,
Vin znovu pyshe raporty, a dopovid' prosta:
Vid divchyny kochanoyi (3)
Otrymano lysta.

Pryspiv:
A dembel, dembel snyt'sya vsim soldatam,
A dembel nam dopomahaye zyt',
A dembel, dembel, dembel – ce yak svyato,
Ale yoho shche treba zasluzyt'.

Ech, kashechka-drobushechka, cyharochka z dymkom,
Spochatku buv salahoyu, a potim cherpakom,
Na chobotach nabiyochka, a v holosi metal,
Bo dembel miz soldatamy – (3)
Ce mayze heneral.

Pryspiv:

Mynayut' dni i misyaci, splyvayut', yak doshchi,
Poyidemo v paradochci na mamyni borshchi,
I kozen shchob po divchyni, po divchyni znayshov,
Nechay vsima paradamy (3)
Komanduye lyubov.