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Hei, sune z hory chorna hmara,
Uslid upyri z mertvyakamy.
A dali, hyta holovoyu
Kulhaye stara iz kosoyu
Ce bulo u tomu roci,
Moze bulo, moze i ni.
To buly ne dyki husy,
To letily kazany.
My z kumom u hati sydily,
Tyhenko horilochku pyly.
Az dyvljusya – stara kulhaye,
Pryamenko do nas povertaye.
My spochatku nalyakalys,
Kum namylyvs u vikno,
Navit ya rozlyv horilku,
Potim soromno bulo.
My hlopci veseli, zavzyati,
Pochaly staru morduvaty,
Kilkamy po hati hanyaty,
Kilkamy iyi lupcyuvaty.
Oi, yak byly my starenku,
Perelichyly kistky.
Oi, yak pyly my horilku
Za spomyn iyi dushy.
