Byŭ u babki.
Sivieńki koźlie.
Jon na stajency stajaŭ,
Jon apolinki smaktaŭ.
Dy pajšoŭ toj kaziol,
U lies pahuliaci.
Dy pa jeĺničku,
Pa biareźničku…
Adzin vaŭčok,
Abliezly bačok,
Siem hod liažaŭ,
Kaźlinki žadaŭ..
– Pastoj, koźlie,
Pabarokajemsia…
Dy jak voźmie za rožki,
Dy jak kinie ab doški,
Jak voźmie za chvastok,
Dy jak kinie ab mastok…
Pryšli k babcy.
Smutnyja vieści:
– Ustavaj, babka,
Dy pali piečku,
Dy vary kašku,
Paminaj kazla…
– Ci nia koźlie byŭ?
Ci nia sivieńki?
Jon i droŭcy vaziŭ.
Jon i piečku paliŭ,
Jon vadzicu nasiu,
Jon i kašku varyŭ. –.
A little gray goat.
He stood in the stable,
He sucked on peelings.
And that goat went,
To walk in the forest.
Through the little fir grove,
Through the little birch grove...
One little wolf,
With a mangy side,
Had lain there seven years,
Longing for goat meat..
-- Wait, goat,
We shall fight...
And how he takes him by the horns,
And how he throws him against the boards,
How he takes him by the little tail,
And how he throws him against the little bridge...
They came to grandmother.
Sad news:
-- Get up, grandmother,
And light the stove,
And cook porridge,
Commemorate the goat...
-- Was he not a goat?
Was he not gray?
He too carried firewood.
He too heated the stove,
He carried water,
He too cooked porridge. --.