U svyato na Chreshchatyku hotuyetsya parad,
Chvyljuyetsya, zbyvayetsya, zakohanyi soldat,
Vin znovu pyshe raporty, a dopovid prosta:
Vid divchyny kohanoyi (3)
Otrymano lysta.
Pryspiv:
A dembel, dembel snytsya vsim soldatam,
A dembel nam dopomahaye zyt,
A dembel, dembel, dembel – ce yak svyato,
Ale ioho shche treba zasluzyt.
Eh, kashechka-drobushechka, cyharochka z dymkom,
Spochatku buv salahoyu, a potim cherpakom,
Na chobotah nabiiochka, a v holosi metal,
Bo dembel miz soldatamy – (3)
Ce maize heneral.
Pryspiv:
Mynayut dni i misyaci, splyvayut, yak doshchi,
Poyidemo v paradochci na mamyni borshchi,
I kozen shchob po divchyni, po divchyni znaishov,
Nehai vsima paradamy (3)
Komanduye ljubov.