Artist: Balady
Lyrics and music author: народні |
Plyve chmara, plyve chorna, a za neyu synya,
Zcharuvala divchynonka vdovynoho syna.
A yak vona charuvala, prosyla do chaty:
– Pryidy, pryidy, miy mylenkyi, shchos' mayu skazaty.
A yak pryishov do chatonky ta siv pokray stola,
– Na zdorov’ya, miy mylenkyi, ya svoye vypyla.
– Vyp’yu charku, vyp’yu druhu, vyp’yu shche y tretyuyu,
Ta boyusya, moya myla, shchob ne bulo truyu.
– Chiba z by ya durna bula, rozumu ne mala,
Shchob svoyemu kozakovi otrutu davala.
Teshut' chlopci, teshut' duba, teshut' yavorynu,
Molodomu kozakovi roblyat' domovynu.
Teshut' chlopci, teshut' duba, teshut' shche y osoku,
Molodomu kozakovi – tyazkyi chrest vysokyi.