– Stiy, ne spishy, ne liz' v koliyu,
Yiyi protoptaly vikamy hrichamy...
To lyuds'ke, ne Boze.– Dobre, stoyu,
Chocha vsi kartayut' didamy-bat'kamy...
– Standarty, kanony, klishe, rytualy
Viru zyvu nyzvely v zabobony,
Dilery Boha vid nas zachovaly,
Iz blahodati nashyly zakoniv.
– Te, shcho dlya vsich – po chayniy lozci na svyato
("Chto yiv des' tam, – tut shchob ne yily!").
U nas, u lyudey takoho bahato,
Nam volyu day, – my nebo rozdilym,
Kozen shmatochok soboyu pidpyshem:
"Tut – zliva napravo, tut – sprava nalivo"...
Dobre, shcho Boza volya sylnisha,
Niz ambiciyi nashi (ne v dzerkali kryvo)...

Hospod' poperedyv pro vovkiv u shkurach
Ovechych ta bychych, pro lzeprorokiv:
Shepchut', vorozat', hadayut' ta duryat',
Bohom zaruchat'sya – krutyat' na vsi boky!
– De z pravdu znayty?! – Ye pryami telefony
Do Bat'ka, i Syna, i Ducha Svyatoho!
Dzvony, podolavshy dushi perepony, –
Do domu nebesnoho znaydesh dorohu!

Pryspiv:
Viryu ya Chrystu odnomu, ya ydu dodomu.
Ne bazayu zla nikomu, ya ydu dodomu.
Ne zvazayuchy na vtomu, ya ydu dodomu.
Ya ydu dodomu...

Vsi buly siri, darma, shcho chervoni.
Zaraz – zeleni, korychnevi, zovti...
Ye y holubi, ale zverchu – vsi chorni,
Pusti, nevahomi (navit' i tovsti).
A ty – ne krady, ne breshy, ne sudy,
Ne zazdry, proshchay, – lyuby, odnym slovom.
Boh ye Suddya, a ty v dim idy
Toy, shcho na nebi pid Bozym pokrovom.

Pryspiv