A shcho to bulo – a to bulo zyttya!
Vypalo z hnizda bez vorottya
Bez mamy i tata ptashenya,
I lyshe Boh ochoronya...

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Sydiv, kuryv, i nichoho ne hovoryv,
Bo shcho skazaty – ne mav.
Use proyshlo ta tychenko sobi pishlo,
A yak povernuty – ne znav!

A shcho to bulo – a to bulo zyttya!
Bulo kochannya-zabuttya,
Vbylos' u pir’ya ptashenya,
Ale otrymalas' chernya!

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A shcho to bulo – a to bulo zyttya!
A zaraz piznye kayattya.
Sydiv nabundyuchenyi pinhvin –
Tyazkuyu dumu kuryv vin...

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