Dutelya z’yiv – i nohy zader,
yidyat' yoho muchy...

A u truni chervoniy lezyt' cholodnyi mrec' –
Zyttya tvoho hrishnoho nevtishnyi to kinec'.
A naletily muchy – zeleni ta lychi,
I lizut' yomu v ochi, i lizut' yomu v dushu,
Smiyut'sya: chi-chi-chi!

A ty zer ananasy, "Napoleon" dudlyv,
Z divchatamy mav spravu, a zaraz u truni...
Zeleni muchy sily na zovtoho mercya,
Kusayut' yomu ruky, kusayut' yomu vucha,
Tancyuyut': hop-cya-cya!

I raptom voruchnulas' cholodnaya ruka
Iz synimy nihtyamy strashnoho mertvyaka...
Trishchala domovyna i pidnimalas' klad',
Pidnimet'sya i mertvyi, pidnimet'sya kalika,
Yak muchy zayidyat'!