Kucheri

My z toboyu, moya myla, vze zarucheni,
Ty na shchastya poljubyla moyi kucheri.
Budut ochi tvoyi, myla, ne zasmucheni,
Tilky b zavzdy ty ljubyla moyi kucheri.

Pryspiv:
Chub hrailyvyi, nepokirnyi,
Shchob divchat ne charuvav,
Obstryzu i budu virnyi –
Usim sercem pokohav.
A yakshcho mene rozljubysh –
Vidpushchu ya chuba znov,
Shchob znaishov meni vin znov
Yak vinok vilnu ljubov.

Ya nadiyus, moya ljuba, te shcho ljubysh ty,
Perelyvy moho chuba budesh berehty.
A yakshcho ya polysiyu – ne pokyn mene,
Chto rozluku v serci siye, toi slozu pozne.

Pryspiv

Tebe myla tak kohayu, shcho viddam tobi
Naidorozche shcho ya mayu – svoyi kucheri.
Tebe bilym cyackomanom ne vernesh nazad,
Usmihnys, moya kohana, shcho cvite nash sad.

Pryspiv (2)

Shchob znaishov meni vin znov
Yak vinok vilnu ljubov...