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Oy, Boze miy mylostyvyi

Artist: Zartivlyvi, satyrychni pisni

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Oy, Boze miy mylostyvyi,
Yakyi ze ya neshchaslyvyi,
Chy ya takyi v sviti vdavsya,
Chy v hodynu zav’yazavsya!
Pryishov praznyk, yak hodyt'sya
Iz zinkoyu b povodyt'sya.
Vzyaty yiyi – yak strashylo,
Shcho vsich lyudey posmishylo!
A v susidy chata bila,
A v susidy zinka myla,
V neyi nizky nevelychki,
Nosyt' zovti cherevychky!
Do susidy vechornyci
Chodyat' harni molodyci
Shche y divchata pohlyadayut',
Bo susidu vsi kochayut',
Bo susidu dobre znayut'...
Susid chodyt', veselyt'sya,
Meni plakaty chochet'sya,
Susid chodyt' i spivaye,
Shcho choroshu zinku maye,
A ya rad by zaspivaty,
Meni z chochet'sya plakaty.
Susidova vstaye rano,
Vstaye rano, v pechi palyt',
Susidovi yisty varyt':
Na snidannya halushky,
I shche z syrom pyrizky,
A na obid borshch i kasha,
Varenyky i smetanu
Syple v mysku polyv’yanu,
Na poluden borshch i kvashu
I hrechanu z maslom kashu.
Kashu z maslom shche y lemishku,
Y korzi z makom vperemizku.
Na vecheru chlib teplenkyi,
Kulish smachnyi shche y haryachyi,
Nizky studzeni telyachi
I shche y chlyaky baranyachi...
V mene nema ni dolynky,
Ani sina stebelynky,
Shche y do toho chata chorna,
Zinka brydka, nemotorna.
A ya skazu svoyiy zinci:
– Ustavay, zinko, ranenko,
Pryberysya chepurnenko.
Vona sluchaty ne choche,
Yak ta hadyna sokoche.
Cilyi tyzden prybyravsya,
Ik praznyku prybyravsya,
Yisty dobre spodivavsya.
A vona borshch ni z chym varyt',
A chlib hlevkyi, shcho az davyt',
Na snidannya – za lob smyche,
Na obidi – duli tyche,
Na poluden – kulaky,
Nashtovchaye pid boky.
A vvecheri – za lopatu,
Vyhanyaye az na chatu.
Kaze: "Z chaty ne zlizaty,
Budu kyiom potyahaty!"
A ydut' lyudy, pytayut'sya:
– Choho, durnyu, ne spuskayeshsya
Zinka kaze: "Ne zlizaty,
Budu kyiom potyahaty".
Choch by tut mav okolity,
Budu na chati sydity.
Oy sama z taka ledashcho,
Shcho ne robyt' anizashcho.
V chati smittya po kolina,
Odkolupana skriz' hlyna,
Hrebinya nema i zavodu,
Kaze, shcho ne prala zrodu,
Odno – spat' ta lezat'
Ta do korshmy hulyat'.




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