Skryplyviyi voritechka,
Brehlyviyi ljude,
Na koho vy nabreshete,
Yak nas tut ne bude?
Breshit, breshit, vorizenky,
Nabreshete z lyha.
A my z toboyu, mylenkyi,
Kohaimosya styha.
Lyubimosya, kohaimosya,
Shchob maty ne znala.
Pryide pora – roziidemos,
Yak chornaya hmara.
Chorna hmara nastupaye,
Dribnyi doshchyk ide.
A z nashoho kohannyachka,
Nichoho ne bude.