Chvylyna movchannya

Pobyly, popalyly, hroshi do vitru pustyly.
Radyly, balakaly, kryvdoyu curaly.
Ale ne bachyly, ne peredbachyly.
Lyudei on skilky povalyly!?
Poplakaly, povidvertalysya.
V rot himna nabraly!

Pryspiv:
Vam nezabarom bude shana odna!
Bisytys z zyru nebezpechna hra.
Klasty svoyu provynu na plechi chuzi!
Ce nehidno velykyh! Tak chy ni!?
Trymai mai prostir micnishe micnishe!
Ne movchy! Ne movchy! Ne movchy!
Pam’yatai yakomoha bilshe bilshe!
Movchy! Movchy! Movchy!

Karakuli ponapysaly,
Ne mozete daty yim rady.
Vvazayete sebe orakulamy,
Ce, yak laino bez zadu.
Ale ne bachyly, ne peredbachyly
Ochi poopuskaly,
Chy dumaly vy srakoyu,
A v rot hivna nabraly!?

Pryspiv