Yaki slova ty hovoryla nam,
Plakav ves', ves' Maydan,
My nazyvaly tebe krychitko,
Zanna Dark.
Yakby ya shchos' todi v kysheni mav,
Vse viddav, vse viddav,
Todi ya choch by pracyuvav i ne krav.

Pryspiv:
Nas bahato, yich bahato
Ta nemaye takych, yak ty.
Nas bahato, yich bahato
Ta nemaye takych, yak ty.

Ale po tomu ty nas kynula
Naftoyu, cinamy,
Nazvala sebe "Bat'kivshchynoyu"
I za svoye.
Vsi barana na svistulechky,
Plattyachka v bulochky,
I u "Playboy" nasha Yulechka
Ye, taky ye.

Pryspiv

Teper ty marysh staty pershoyu,
Vpevnena – zvershyt'sya,
Ale spochatku stanesh teshchoyu
Pid rok-n-rol.
Nu a dopoky bisivs'kyi edem
Bavyt'sya vladoyu,
My na vulyci pidem
Kyyevom z ladanom.

Nas bahato, yich bahato
A ty odna.
Nas bahato, yich bahato
Ta ne treba, ne treba duryt'!