Buly kentamy – ne rozlyla b yich voda,
Dilylys' pyvom, chlibom, podychom i vlasnym zyttyam.
Odyn, yak ye, lyudey – normalnymy spryimav,
A toy na sebe, yak shtany yich prymiryav.

Pryspiv:
Kozen chodyt' yak vmiye po zemli.
Vin kazav ne sudyty po sobi.
Moze inshi ye inakshi,
Ta vid toho my ne krashchymy ye.

U tebe ye rozevi kedy "konvera",
U mene tilo u tatuchach i mayky v cherepach.
Chtos' siv na maybach i na nomu pret'sya v ray.
A chtos' na "villyeri" strybaye po horbach.

Pryspiv

Roziyshlysya, yak v mori korabli.
Kozen chodyt' yak vmiye po zemli.
Moze inshi ye inakshi,
Ta vid toho my ne krashchymy ye.