Nema v sviti dookola,
Yak mii mylenkyi Mykola,
Krasnyi z ochiv, mylyi z movy,
A do toho chorni brovy;
Bo na Mykoli zovti choboty,
Z nym to do tancya, z nym i do roboty.
Krasnyi z ochiv, mylyi z movy,
A do toho chorni brovy,
Ne raz mene byla maty,
Budu Mykolu kohaty;
Bo na Mykoli zovti choboty,
Z nym to do tancya, z nym i do roboty.
Bo vin ljubyi, bo vin mylyi,
A do toho chornobryvyi,
Vsi divchata raduyutsya,
Yak z Mykoloyu ziidutsya;
Bo na Mykoli zovti choboty,
Z nym to do tancya, z nym i do roboty.
Oi ne skazu ya nikoly,
Shcho ya zyyu dlya Mykoly,
Bo vin ljubyi, bo vin mylyi,
A do toho chornobryvyi;
Bo na Mykoli zovti choboty,
Z nym to do tancya, z nym i do roboty.
Ya ho ljublju nad vsi syly,
Bo vin ljubyi, bo vin mylyi,
Yeho ljublyat vsi divyci,
Za nym hodyat molodyci;
Bo na Mykoli zovti choboty,
Z nym to do tancya, to do roboty.
ioho sama pani ljubyt,
Ne raz ioho pryholubyt,
Bo vin ljubyi, bo vin mylyi,
A do toho chornobryvyi;
Bo na Mykoli zovti choboty,
Z nym to do tancya, z nym i do roboty.