To za borshch, to za kavu
Kynuv mene az pid lavu,
Shche do toho kulakamy:
– Choho kava z buryakamy?

– A ty, mylyi, ne lyutuysya,
I tak duze ne dyvuysya,
Ya v holovi troshky mala,
Ta do kavy borshchu vlyala.

Chekay, mylyi, ne vtruchaysya,
Tilky lyudey zapytaysya.
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 miy mylyi, yak nayivsya,
Tilky vusa pidkrutyv sy:
– Shchob ty, myla, sto lit zyla,
Shcho-s' tak smachno navaryla.