Talavyrya

Talavyri-vyri-vyri-vyri,
Ta yak pas ya shtyri*-byri,
Simsot shche i chotyry,
Ta vona meni po hlechyku moloka nesyla,
Ta po koryaku syru.
Ta yak ziidu na mohylu,
Ta prokynu siryachynu,
Ta lyazu trohy spochynu.
A chy spav, chy ne spav,
Chetvertoho dnya vranci vstav!
A chy yiv, chy ne yiv,
Troye hliba zziv!
Ta nema z moyei shtyri-byri,
Simsot shche i chotyry!
Yak pishov ya luhamy ta berehamy –
Shukaty svoyei shtyri-byri,
Simsot shche i chotyry.
Oi ya z dumav, shcho to biliyut ovechky,
Az to mii hazyayin ta i nasiyav hrechky.
Oi ya z dumav, shcho to baranci, baranci,
Az to moho hazyayina kabanci, kabanci.
Oi ya z dumav, shcho to viter shumyt,
Az to mii hazyayin na syvim konyu bizyt.
Ta zapahly meni haryachiyi knyshi...
Ya z dumav, shcho to haryachiyi knyshi,
Az to mii hazyayin zaparyv na mene bychi.
Yak uzyav mene tymy knyshamy hoduvaty,
Yak uzyav mene tymy bychamy potyahaty,
Byv-byv,
Desyatoho ne dobyv,
Ta i toi kolo mene polozyv!
Oi orlyku-bratyku,
Ty vysoko litayesh,
Ty daleko vydayesh,
Chy ne bachyv ty moyeyi shtyri-byri,
Simsot shche i chotyry?
Az tam tvoyi shtyri-byri,
Simsot shche i chotyry,
Ta i pohnav vovchyk sirenkyi...
Ta v teyi nema nohy,
V teyi holovy,
A v teyi hvosta,
Ta cap napyraye,
A Sirko pidhanyaye,
A suchka Mashtuchka prypynyaye...
Naishov vivci! (3)