Hlamur

Zeleni shtany, rozeva sorochka,
I modna blyaha nad holovnym zamochkom,
Muzyka lunaye, tancyuyesh ty,
Ta ya tobi skazu – to vso panty.
To ye hlamur!

Ty hocayesh, i robysh vsyaki vykrutasy,
Tak hocayesh – koza, az lopayut lampasy,
Ty p’yesh lyshe Tekilu, ty yish lyshe ikru,
Vid tvoyih pantiv ya zaraz pomru!
To ye hlamur!

Ty z dytynstva ni razu ne dyvyvsya na sebe,
Ty robyv tak yak vsi, i to ne tak yak treba,
Ty vdyahavsya, tak yak hodyv tvii starshyi brat,
A teper normalni ljudy kazu prosto – kindrat
To ye hlamur!

Rozevi okulyary, i shoroh v holovi,
Lysh dorohyi alkohol pleshche u tobi,
Ty zovsim ne rozumiyesh, shcho take zyttya,
Ty stav hlamurnym – nemaye vorottya!
To ye hlamur!