Vinochok

A yak zyma mela i ya sumna bula – ioho pobachyla
I lysh dlya noho, lysh dlya myloho sebe pryznachyla
A yak vesna cvila, todi vinok splela – v dolju poviryla
I lysh dlya noho, lysh dlya myloho ya na vodu kynula

Pryspiv:
Chysta vodycya v bystrim strumochku hvyleyu hrayetsya
Plyvy do noho, plyvy vinochku, bo serce krayetsya
Plyvy do noho, plyvy vinochku, bo serce krayetsya

Bo serce krayetsya, ta ne pryznayetsya, za mylym zurytsya
Koly z do noho, ta i do myloho lychko prytulytsya
A serce krayetsya, bo shche ne znaye, u doli pytayetsya
Koly z mii mylyi, holub mii syzyi, ta i zakohayetsya

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