Teshchyna pisnya

Oi, zyatyu, zyatyu, shcho z tut kazaty,
Yak ty z dochkoyu vze na porozi...
Shcho z, yakshcho vy rishyly pobratys –
Ya ne halmo dlya vashoho voza!
Budu ioho tyahnut pomahaty,
Budu v kolysci vnukiv hoidaty...
Teshcha pry vozi, ljubyi mii zyatyu, –
Ce, shchob ty znav, ne koleso p’yate.
Bo vdala teshcha, tobi povidayu,
Mudromu zyatyu – naikrashche prydane!
Hroshi, mashyna – to vse tovar,
A dobra teshcha – to nache skarb!
Hroshi, mashyna – to lysh tovar,
A ya dlya tebe – to sushchyi skarb!

Oi, zyatyu, zyatyu, norov ya mayu
Trohy krutyi – shcho pravda, to pravda...
Inkoly tak z plecha urubayu!
Ty vze sterpy – taka ot porada...
A vzahali pro teshchu i zyatya
Zaivoho pleshchut az zabahato...
Ty znai odne: hto teshchi ne maye,
Toi shche pacan i zyzni ne znaye!
Bo teshcha v hati – to shkola ye taka,
Shcho pislya neyi nishcho vze ne zlyaka,
Z teshcheyu vsyakyi pozyt by rad...
Ce – yak v Sorbonni skinchyt fizmat!
Z teshcheyu vsyakyi pozyt by rad...
Bude potomu sam chort ne brat!

Oi, zyatyu, zyatyu, teshchu posluhai:
Donyu svoyu ne dam zobydzaty!
Yak bude v neyi zlaya svekruha –
Ya z ne sterplju, znaidu, shcho skazaty!
A bude doni z toboyu ljubo –
Budu tebe, yak syna, holubyt,
Budu tobi v usomu hodyty,
Budu tebe, yak maty, ljubyty!