Zeleni shtany, rozeva sorochka,
I modna blyacha nad holovnym zamochkom,
Muzyka lunaye, tancyuyesh ty,
Ta ya tobi skazu – to vs'o panty.
To ye hlamur!

Ty hocayesh, i robysh vsyaki vykrutasy,
Tak hocayesh – koza, az lopayut' lampasy,
Ty p’yesh lyshe Tekilu, ty yish lyshe ikru,
Vid tvoyich pantiv ya zaraz pomru!
To ye hlamur!

Ty z dytynstva ni razu ne dyvyvsya na sebe,
Ty robyv tak yak vsi, i to ne tak yak treba,
Ty vdyahavsya, tak yak chodyv tviy starshyi brat,
A teper normalni lyudy kazu prosto – kindrat
To ye hlamur!

Rozevi okulyary, i shoroch v holovi,
Lysh dorohyi alkohol pleshche u tobi,
Ty zovsim ne rozumiyesh, shcho take zyttya,
Ty stav hlamurnym – nemaye vorottya!
To ye hlamur!