Lyublyu tyebya za sylu i smikalku,
I sho v poluchku daruyesh mi cvyety.
Ya pid toboyu, yak soldat pid tankom,
A, yak nap’yeshsi, to spivayesh ty:

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Tebe v trubi pobachyla vidrazu,
Choch ty takyi samyi buv chornyi, yak i vsi.
Ale v tvoyich ochach svityvsya yakyis' rozum
I ty spivav z otboynym molotkom v ruci.

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Dlya molod'ozi dorohy vsi vidkryti,
Put'ovku v shachtu vypyshe raykom.
Ya chochu buty tvoyim motocyklom,
Ty stan moyim otboynym molotkom.

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Buhi!