Tam na balju vetyraniv

Tam na balju Vetyraniv, kuzdy zna tyh paniv,
Bo tam sho nedily zabavy kypily.
A kumityt za vstup bere ta i sorok halyeriv,
Kuzdy pryzna shchyro, zy vart, zy vart.
A muzychka inu, anu, a muzychka hra,
Bo pry tii muzychci hosti bavljusi veselo.
Vse yidno, chy to ye hlopska, chy to damska yest,
Aby tilko hrala fest a fest.
Panna Yuzya pry bufeti kupu hroshei traty:
Try kolyeiky pyva frayirovy platy.
Vona iomu shury – mury: shnycli ye v bratruri (duhovci),
Ruzni konfitury, lysh pryidy.
Do stolyka panny Basi
Muturovyi (motorovyi, vodii tramvayu) phasi:
"Chy m’ya panna hoche, proshu panny ya si.
Dai my, panno, hoc nadiyu!", "Ya si z pana smiyu,
pan ne pry kulyeyi, ta i vze, ta i vze".
A v bufeti yakas p’yavka lysh robe, sho dzyavka:
"Nai my pan ne kyva, a stav tu try pyva!"
Ty du neho ani slova, nai ti Boh zahova,
Bo vin z Kliparova, hist ye hist.
Pid stinoyu yakyis frayir v kozaka si bavy,
Kastet ma v kysheni, a niz u rukavi.
Ty du neho ani slova, nai ti Boh zahova,
Bo vin z Lychakova, hist ye hist.
Opivnochi si z’yavyly yakis dva cyvilya,
Mordy podryapani, kosmy, yak badylye.
Nic nikomu ne vpovily, tilko mordy byly,
I tak sya bavyly cilu nich.