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Te, shcho daruye smak
Den v den zlydni
Hroshey nemaye, zach!
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V tvoyich shtancyach

Ochi malyuyut'
Hryvnyu na vikni
Huby sklo ciluyut'
Dayte choch odnu meni
Koznoyi nochi snyt'sya vona tobi

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Shchob hraty v loto "Triyku"
Nareshti maty mobilku
Ta shche y klovu divku

Ty ne sumuyesh
Brodysh, yak optymist
Svitom krokuyesh
Padayesh vsim na chvist
Tak tvoyiy doli
Boh nadav odvichnyi pist

Vucha loskochat'
Vsyaki brudni slova
Styl pominyav by
Ale z hroshey nema
Zlydni smiyut'sya,
Yak shchury kradut'sya

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