Zytomyr

Chtos zahrymav meni v dveri, to viter z Dzyma pusteli.
Chornyi dzef, kryvava Meri – dopinhuyut u leheni...
Pochuttya, yak bilya kasy, do cyhan, a chy v Pampasy,
Kudy yihat, kudy bihty, rozpapljuzyv, svii batih ty..
V kolizanok dovhi nohy, v yihnih hlopciv – dovhi rohy.
A u mene fih v kysheni, brate, chom my ne Misheli?
A shche krashchi ljudy-yudy, v nyh by rozumu nabuty.
Nosa mayu, vdachu mayu, prykro talan ne vitaye...

Pryspiv:
Mii didus zdorovyi hluzd mav, na sovitiv vsyako-rizno hnav,
U Tatariyi Velykii kazav: "Shcho bu zavtra – tiko duren mo znav!"

Sheretuyut, to polova, u Ruteniyi, to zmova,
Takoz metushnya-nudota, vereshchannya idiota.
Dobre zillya, v formah "Fili", "sherri, vain" na skatertyni.
Ot vze tut i zapopsyvsya, yakshcho vchasno zaburyvsya!
U mazornomu prykydi, bilsh hymernoho ne vydiv,
Ale ves takyi v kabluchkah, ljubov-mara – hytra suchka!
Bi-bi-si prynosyt hvyli, hei! pochuyemos v efiri.
Zaspivayem heroyin-rol, zasvitylo yim zyttya fol!

Pryspiv:
Shche didus, dorechnym vvazav, z Kyyeva b stolycyu zabrav.
U Zytomyr vsi b ryndzyhli znis, a komunyak na hillyaky – v lis!

Na kanapah, v dobryh pabah, dlya novoyi shlyahty labuh,
Popovi pisenky hraye, i hutro za ce bashlyaye!
Vydno panenyat z maloho, shche yak buly hydota vboha,
Shchos take terpke prybylo, shcho i dosi ne popustylo...
Chtos zahrymav meni v dveri, to viter z Dzyma pusteli.
Chornyi dzef, kryvava Meri – dopinhuyut u leheni...