Milion, milion kubometriv snihu.
Nam prodaly chmaru dobri susidy.
Milion, milion kubometriv snihu.
Zliplyu sobi babu, lyubyty budu.

Nas pryznaly – smiyus' i plachu,
Korovayi z neba upaly.
Ya kytayskym lichtarykom svichu,
Yak hrebu sekondchenda zavaly.

Indiys'ke mylo, holands'ku hychku,
Koreys'kyi poyizd, shcho nich chekaly,
Kocherhu Bohu, chortovy svichku –
Z myru po nytci dobra nabraly.

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Milion, milion kubometriv snihu.
Nam prodaly chmaru dobri susidy.
Milion, milion kubometriv snihu.
Zliplyu sobi babu i budu lyubyty.

Yak z Londonu nashi vertaly,
Pryvezly v chumaydanach tumany.
Z Kyshenevu sonce v bokali,
A z Moskvy lodyanyk lodyanyi.

Durnoho do holovy ne beru,
P’yu horivky ne bilshe za liter,
Dozydayu, yak termometer vpade,
Shchob podeshevshe kupyty viter.

Pryspiv (2)

Navesni za borhy spytaly,
Carivna snizna roztanula v pari.
Zabraly horu, shcho v mori stoyala,
A potim more, shchob bulo do pary.

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