Oy, na teshchi narikayut' vsi choloviky,
Nasmichayut'sya i layut', a ya – navpaky.
Bo u mene taka teshcha, choch klady do ran,
Ce tomu, shcho po vesilli ya yiy tak skazav:

Pryspiv:
"O, teshcho! Laskava teshcho! Znayte, vy v mene – persha,
A shchob bula y ostannya, musyte shchodnya zrannya:
Zyatya pociluvaty, kavu do lizka daty,
Snidanok pidihrity, chemno pohomonity,
Kupyt' novu mashynu, platyty za benzynu,
I pracyuvat' na dachi, shchob ne buly ledachi!"

Teshcha y okom ne morhnula i vidpovila,
Shcho v durnoho na obidi ne bula vona.
"Ty yak chochesh, zyatyu, shchob ya dobroyu bula,
To zyvit' sobi okremo. Ya budu sama."

Pryspiv:
"O, zyatyu, kochanyi zyatyu! V hosti prychod' na svyata,
Bude tobi i kava, hostyna velychava.
A budesh, lyubyi zyatyu, donechku shanuvaty,
Lyubyt' moyu dytynu – kuplyu tobi mashynu!"

Tak ot my porozumilys', y vze bahato lit
Ya do teshchi tilky v hosti yidu na obid.
I vy, lyubi moyi druzi, Boha ne hnivit',
Shchoby teshcha bula dobra – razom ne zyvit'.

Pryspiv:
O, teshcho! Laskava teshcho! V mene bula vy persha.
Budete vze y ostannya, to spit' spokiyno zrannya.
My pryvedem onukiv, a dast' Boh i pravnukiv,
Vy z yim dobro i lasku perelyvayte v kazku.