Evoljuciya

Ya dovho dumav, shcho ya hotiv by shche maty,
Choho i skilky po mishkah naskladaty,
Chto maye hroshi, toi hoche maty yih bilshe,
Chto maye vladu, toi vze na zemlju ne ziide.

Pryspiv:
Lyi! Na nas vodu lyi, zamalo ne bude.
Lyi! Nam ochi promyi, shchob bachyly ljudy
Kudy vony ishly dvi tysyachi rokiv
I niby razom, a taki odynoki,
Shchob bachyly vsi, shcho my zalyshayem
Dlya novyh ljudei, yakyh shche ne maye.
Lyi! Na nas vodu lyi...
Lyi! Nam ochi promyi...

Ya dovho dumav, shcho bude z namy za roky,
Chy, moze, raptom, shchos pominyayetsya trohy?
Chy, moze, znovu nam treba mavpamy staty,
Shchoby normalno spochatku zyty pochaty.

Pryspiv