Artist: Mandry
Lyrics and music author: Сергій Фоменко |
Po selu proyshla uze ryaba kobyla.
Nad selom dyvlyusya: vze i Sonce silo...
– Anu ydy dodomu! – mene klyche maty,
– Budemo vecheryaty ta spaty lyahaty!
A meni ne chochet'sya lyahaty spaty,
Budu svoyu lyubuyu holubku chekaty!
Budu v huby-vyshenky yiyi ciluvaty...
Svity z Misyachenko, molodyi ta rohatyi nam!
Pryspiv:
Oy-lya-holuba, holubay-lya-holuba, holubay-bay-bay...
Oy-lya-holuba, holubay-lya-holuba, holubay-bay-bay...
Oy-lya-holuba, holubay-lya-holuba, holubay-bay-bay...
Oy-lya-holuba, holubay-lya-holuba, holubay...
Bay-bay...bay-bay...
Nad selom vze hlupa nich, shepoche dibrova...
Spyt' na nebi bila ta velyka korova.
Povedu ya lyubuyu svoyu na levadu,
Na m’yakomu sini budem z myloyu spaty.
Vdosvita rozbudyat' nas pivni ta zozuli...
Vdosvita rozbudyat' nas pivni ta zozuli...
Pryspiv
Toz po selu proyshla uze ryaba kobyla.
Nad selom dyvlyusya: vze i Sonce silo...
– Anu ydy dodomu! – mene klyche maty,
– Budemo vecheryaty ta spaty lyahaty!
A meni ne chochet'sya lyahaty spaty,
Budu svoyu lyubuyu holubku chekaty!
Budu v huby-vyshenky yiyi ciluvaty...
Svity z Misyachenko, molodyi ta rohatyi nam!
Pryspiv