Za simoma des' horamy,
Za simoma des' moryamy,
Kazut', ye tam zems'kyi ray...
Ne vir, druze, poza namy,
Za koshovymy mezamy,
Nide rayu ne shukay.

Pryspiv:
Bo nemaye luchche, bo nemaye krashche,
Yak u nas v Koshi.
Tut harmat ne chuty, tut ne svyshchut' kuli,
Tut bezpechni vsi.

Chy ty v "vyzdoriv" popavsya,
Chy u "vysudci" distavsya,
Chy v "bulavnu" uvipchavs',
Kob lysh sylno ty derzavsya,
Abo dobre zachovavsya,
Skazesh: "Shchastya ya dopavs'!"

Pryspiv

Schochesh, brate, vchenym buty,
V biblioteku zavernuty,
Na hazety pam’yatay,
Schochesh rayu verch zbahnuty,
Molodycyu pryhornuty.
Chy divchynu harnu, znay.

Pryspiv:
Ni, nemaye luchche, bo nemaye krashche,
Yak u nas v Koshi.
Tut harmat ne chuty, tut ne svyshchut' kuli,
Tut bezpechni vsi.

Tut "hostynnycya Psubrata",
"Chornu" pyty, v karty hraty.
Mozesh tam vsyu nich do dnya,
Potim do poludnya spaty,
Shchob ne smilo shcho kusaty,
Na ce ye "vidvoshivnya".

Pryspiv

Odyn tilky ye frasunok,
Yak nadsune "musterunok",
Ta y na ce ty mayesh lik,
V Mrochka mayesh vsyakyi trunok,
I na hore, i na shlunok
Nayde lik tam cholovik.

Pryspiv

Toz my rayu ne shukaymo,
Ruky vraz sobi podaymo,
Ta y derzimsya vsi Kosha,
Zhidni, yedni vse trymaymo,
Kish, yak nenku, pokochaymo,
Bilsh nide rayu nema.

Pryspiv