Vona nizna, yak miy t'yubskrimer,
M’yaka, yak visimka Den Markley,
Strunka, yak Fender Stratokaster,
Ta y choda v neyi – spravzniy svinh.
Zlylysya razom nashi dushi,
Ta sercye b’ye dvanadcyat' taktiv.

Koly u lizku my z toboyu,
Meni potriben t'orneraund.
Ta, navit', inodi zdayet'sya,
Shcho krashche muzy ne znayty.
Zlylysya razom nashi dushi,
Ta sercye b’ye dvanadcyat' taktiv.
Tviy pohlyad kole dablstopom.
Zlylysya razom nashi dushi,
Ta sercye b’ye dvanadcyat' taktiv.