Alo, haraz, divchata! My yidemo na more!
Ne v Turciyu, Yehypet, a nash adres – YuBK.
Bicuchy pidkachaly, ochky vid soncya vzyaly –
Na plyazi zrazu vydno krutoho chuvaka!
Cepuramy na sonci my zaychyky puskayem,
Zuyemo erotychno vchorashnyu pachlavu,
I v temnych okulyarach padruh sobi shukayem,
Ya pislya pachlavy yich intyelyektom rozirvu.

Pryspiv:
Ou-ya, ou-ya-ya! Yalta, zenshchiny i ya!
Das ist super Chynhizchan,
Chorne more – okean!
Ou-ya, ou-ya-ya! Yalta, zenshchiny i ya!
Das ist super Chynhizchan,
Chorne more – okean!
Yalta, Ya-ya-yalta! Yalta, Ya-ya-yalta! (2)

My kubiky na presi konkretno napryahayem,
Koly prochodyt' zboku dostoynyi kontinhent,
I kozniy z nych, kanyeshno, kryevetky pryedlahayem!
Kryevyetky no soloni, i pivka cilyi paket.
My po kolina v mori lapayemo meduzy,
Shyroko vid zachoplennya povidkryvaly rot,
Divchata romantychno za namy nablyudayut'
I duze intensyvno vdychayut' z morya yod.

Pryspiv (3)