A ya – spivayu

Shchob zbahatyty derzavu
Kozen maye sobi spravu:
Chtos litaye, htos zburlyaye.
Batkivshchynu zahyshchaye.

Pryspiv:
A ya spivayu: lya-lya-lya.

Shchob ne lizlo v dushu lyho
Kozen maye sobi vtihu:
Chtos lihtaryky zbyraye,
Chtos na divku pohlyadaye.

Pryspiv

Chai zahraye yak Pink Floid
Ponad dahom ruberoyid
Bo yak ze mozna, vzahali,
Bez muzyky na seli.

Pryspiv