Chetvertyi den strazdayu, malo yim,
Chetvertyi den v dushi moyiy pechal,
Yak pryhadayu teplu mays'ku nich
I nashu zustrich, i nichnyi tramvay.

My na "Konyechniy" buly vze na "ty",
Manyv kushchamy nas vesnyanyi hay.
Kupyv "Chinzano" – navesty panty.
Ty zasmiyalas' – bude vs'o "ol rayt".

Pryspiv:
Sho? Sho? Shos' pidlyla do vyna.
V miliciyi kazut': "yakyis' klofelin",
Bo obruchka, poluchka i cepura
Shchezly, yak z bilych yablun dym.

Livov rukov obnyav osynyi stan,
Des' pivhodyny m’yav tvoyi vusta,
Na lavci tisno, cholodno v travi,
Ostannya dumka tlila v holovi.

A potim mrak!.. i shchezly vsi vohni.
A potim svitlo – ya lezu v kushchach.
V ruci bychok, vizat' des' muravli
I dvi slozy na pom’yatych shchokach.

Pryspiv