Balada pro pisnyu

V odnim seli, a moze v misti,
Krasyva, hoch i bez hrosha,
Zyla – bula zvychaina pisnya
Prosta i shchyra, yak dusha.
I yak by lyho ne krutylo,
Kudy b doroha ne vela –
Yiyi za te usi ljubyly,
Shcho zadushevnoyu bula.

Pryspiv:
Rano chy pizno
Roztanut usi mirazi,
Rano chy pizno
Vertayutsya krashchi nadiyi,
Tilky lysh pisnya,
V yakoyi nemaye dushi,
Nikomu sercya ne zihriye.

Bula ta Pisnya nebahata,
Ale odna na vsi svity.
Ta yakos raz do neyi v hatu
Chuzi nayihaly svaty,
Skazaly tak – "Ne biis nichoho,
I budesh pani hoch kudy,
Idy za noho, za chuzoho,
Do shljubu z neljubom idy."

Pryspiv

Yiyi vdyahly v rozkishni shaty,
Zrobyly modnyi makiyaz,
Yiyi sohodni ne vpiznaty –
Novyi fason, novyi typaz.
Cholodni ochi, mov kryzynky,
V slovah ni bolju, ni tepla...
I yii uslid krychat: Chuzynko!
Yakoyu pisneyu bula.