V cyhans'kim tabori v subotu vesillya,
I bude tam cyhans'ka vsya sim’ya,
Pryyidut' Sara, Aza, Yosya, Budulay,
Uze pechet'sya vesilnyi korovay.
A u povitri zapach kovbasy,
I tut, i tam styrchat' holodni psy,
Zakuska ye, zvaryly samohon,
I "Ochi chorni" spivaye sam Kobzon.

Pryspiv:
Perepoloch, och-och! Perepoloch, och-och!
Perepoloch, och-och! Bobik zdoch!
Perepoloch, och-och! Perepoloch, och-och!
Perepoloch, och-och! Bobik zdoch!

Pryishla subota, hraye skrypka y baraban,
Cyhany p’yani, vsyudy shum i balahan,
A v molodoho vkraly molodu,
Yomu lyshyly konya i uzdu.
Ty ne zurysya, cyhan molodyi,
Tancyuy, spivay sy i shampans'ke lyi,
V rukach trymayesh haryachoho konya,
A zinka choche dobroho remnya!

Pryspiv

Vesillya stychlo, hosti vsi posnuly,
Vze molodu do lizka povernuly,
V peryni cyhana shukaye moloda,
A zamis' noho na podushci uzda.
Vernuvsya cyhan i knut u ruky vzyav,
Cyhanku byv, zatym yiyi kochav,
Taka lyubov v cyhans'kim sviti ye,
Cyhan polyubyt', ale pershe b’ye.

Pryspiv