Ya v poli rodyvsya vnochi pry luni

Ya v poli rodyvsya vnochi pry luni,
Dobri buly ljudy rodychi moyi.
Oce ya, Yarema, oh i o-ho-ho!

Rodychi ziishlysya u zahs ponesly,
I tam meni imennya Yarema daly.
Oce ya, Yarema, oh i o-ho-ho!

Stav ya vyrostaty do shkoly hodyt,
Bulo meni vchytel stane hovoryt:
Oce ty, Yarema, oh i o-ho-ho!

Vze ya nezabarom parubiikom stav,
Ne raz meni batko takeye kazav.
Oce ty, Yarema, oh i o-ho-ho!

– Zenysya, Yarema, prybude uma,
Bo rozumu v tebe chort batka ma.
Oce ya, Yarema, oh i o-ho-ho!

Znaishly meni zinku, kohaye mene,
Inodi po spyni rohachem shmahne.
Oce ya, Yarema, oh i o-ho-ho!

A yak ozenyvsya, hospodarem stav:
Kozenya v hospodu ya sobi distav.
Oce ya, Yarema, oh i o-ho-ho!

Vsi ljudy v kolhospi, a ya dosi ni,
Yak ze rozluchatys z kozoyu meni.
Oce ya, Yarema, oh i o-ho-ho!

Vsi spishat do praci, a ya ne spishu,
Bo ya v sobi dumu velyku noshu.
Oce ya, Yarema, oh i o-ho-ho!

I vyzrila duma meni na pechi,
Shchob padaly z neba svizi kalachi.
Oce ya, Yarema, oh i o-ho-ho!