Oy, zahray my, muzychenku,
Zahray my, zahray my,
Pro velykyi shou-biznes
Bilshe ne pytay my.
Ty by m zahrav, ty by m zahrav,
Ya by m zaspivala.
Ya by m ciy prekrasniy Britni
Spivaty ne dala.

Pryspiv:
A yak nastriy faynyi bude –
Budemo spivaty,
A yak budut' dobri lyudy –
Budemo vitaty,
A yak bude faynyi hazda,
Brynza, zavyvanci,
Poroch vkryye neharazdy,
Budut' dyki tanci.
Ne chytay – tancyuy rivnenko,
Cya melodiya – prostenka,
Oy, zahray my, muzychenku...

Yak ya sobi nahadayu
Pro davni davyny,
Buly tanci, buly kryky,
Ne bulo prychyny.
Oy, zahray my, muzychenku,
Nay by podyvyly,
Yak by shtyry tych Ramshtayny
Na odyn zlyshyly.

Pryspiv

Oy, zahray my, muzychenku,
Tam nahovorymsya,
A na Emmi i na Hremmi
Nay ne zavodimsya.
A yak budesh muzychenku,
Do mene chiplyaty,
Zaberesh svoyu hitaru,
Ta y pidesh do chaty.

Oy, zahray my, muzychenku,
Shchob nichto ne stoyav,
Shchoby narid ne spynyavsya,
Shchoby m sy ne boyav,
Shchoby tanci ne skinchaly,
Shchoby m sy tysnuly,
A yak ziyde zirka rano,
Todi m sy posnuly...