To za borshch, to za kavu
Kynuv mene az pid lavu,
Shche do toho kulakamy:
– Choho kava z buryakamy?
– A ty, mylyi, ne ljutuisya,
I tak duze ne dyvuisya,
Ya v holovi troshky mala,
Ta do kavy borshchu vlyala.
Chekai, mylyi, ne vtruchaisya,
Tilky ljudei zapytaisya.
Vony skazut pravdu yistu,
Shcho ya z varyu smachno yisty.
V mene kava z buryakamy,
A kapusta z harbuzamy,
A kapusta z harbuzamy,
A pyrohy z ohirkamy.
A mii mylyi, yak nayivsya,
Tilky vusa pidkrutyv sy:
– Shchob ty, myla, sto lit zyla,
Shcho-s tak smachno navaryla.