Chuye z ioho dusha, chuye

Chuye z ioho dusha, chuye,
Shcho vin vdoma ne nochuye.
Ta boyitsya nochuvaty,
Shchob ne vzyaly u soldaty.
Nayihaly komisary,
Seichas molodcya spiimaly,
Nazad ruky izv’yazaly
Shche i pidvodu zahadaly.
Posadyly na zadochku,
Sami sily speredochku,
Shchob konyky ne stomyty,
Shchob molodcya ne zhubyty.
Na konyku pina stala –
Shche daleko do Braslava...
Staly loba rozbryvaty,
Stav molodec umlivaty...