Artist: Zartivlyvi, satyrychni pisni
Lyrics author: сотник Тараско | Music author: народна |
Vyslav Stalin svoyi dity na zachidni zemli
Prosvishchaty vsi narody, shchob ne buly temni.
Pryspiv:
Raz, dva, try, chotyry – lizut' do komory,
Stari skryni rozbyvayut' – shukayut' "band'ory".
Naletily komunisty v nashi ridni hory –
Zabyrayut' salo, m’yaso, lizut' do komory.
Pohanyayut' po vsich selach, mov chorty skazenni,
Potim yidut' do chozyayky po kury smazeni.
Ta yak pryishly na podvir’ya – "band'ory" shukayut',
Z-pid korovy, z-pid svynyachok hnoyi vykydayut'.
A stalins'kych kozolupiv vsi zviryata znayut',
Navit' kury y kachenyata kryyivok shukayut'.
Yak zachodyat' do chazyayky: "Day, chozyayko, kushat'!"
Kurku z kvasnym molokom zerut', vsi az sya dushat'.
Pryide strybok do chozyayky, skrynyu rozbyvaye
I v malomu pereskrynku "band'ory" shukaye.
A "band'ora" ne durnenkyi v skrynyu sya chovaty
I takomu shmirakovi daty sya zlapaty.
A yak znayde v skryni brytvu, v kyshenyu chovaye.
Kaze: "Yeto band'orovka". I z chaty vtikaye.
Obhrabuyut' usi sela, yidut' do rayonu,
Kazut': "Vezut' torbu bulby y litru samohonu..."
A yak yim pryidet'sya strity y spravznich povstanciv,
To bez torby, shcho ye syly, znyknut' holodranci.