U mene ye kolyeha, zovut' yoho Mykola,
Razom hanyaly husy, razom chodyly v shkolu.
A, yak povyrostaly i po simnaycyat' maly,
Lyshyly siri husy i za divchat si vzyaly.
Nichto pro ce ne znaye, shcho my z nym vytvoryaly:
Horilku pyly vidramy, shchonich batyaruvaly,
Divchata lyly slozy i rozpuskaly kosy,
Taka to kavalyerka, taki to buly shtosy.

Pryspiv:
Kava-kava-kavalyerka,
To horilka – fayna divka!
Kava-kava-kavalyerka, hop!
Kava-kava-kavalyerka,
Vse propyly, v shtanyach dirka,
Hop, kava-kava-kavalyerka, hop!
Kava-kava-kavalyerka,
Vse propyly, v shtanyach dirka,
Hop, kava-kava-kavalyerka, hop!

Letily dni i nochi, my veselo hulyaly,
Divky buly ochochi, a my ne vidmovlyaly,
Odnoho dnya Mykolu zlapaly u stodoli,
Vin buv v odnych shkarpetkach, divchata buly holi.
Yomu "hanba" krychaly, "buhayom" nazyvaly,
A vin niby skulptura pokazuvav naturu,
Natura v noho dyvo: zyvit, yak bochka z pyvom,
I zzadu vse obvyslo, speredu vse obvyslo.

Pryspiv

My zhaduyem i tuzym za davnimy rokamy,
Yak buly kavalyery, yak nas lyubyly damy,
V Mykoly, yak v verblyuda, z’yavylosya dva horby,
Ya stav, yak kenhuru, brakuye tilky torby.
Horivky vze ne p’yemo, bo likari svaryat'sya,
A krov shche trochy tepla, divky po nocham snyat'sya,
Anu, davay, Mykolo, tryachnemo starynoyu,
Zhadayem kavalyerku, rushayemo do boyu!

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