Blyskavka sukni – zmiyinkoyu vnyz.
Rozpeshcheni stehna lyskochut' miy nyz.
Pavutynnya panchoshne – vizerunok tyurmy.
Buv by vilnym huslyarom – ta v mene ye ty...

Moya pysana lyalka Marta, nimkenya dorih,
Komirec' chuzyns'kym barabanam –
Niz bid sercya po pid bik.
Malovnychi vusta, mov yasyrom – mene zadovolnyat' –
Zara pyvo, a bulo i chlibom –
Schybysh – ne zapam’yatat'!

Lancyuzok moho sribla navshpynky v korset.
Valiza bahatstva u chovni zych shchelep.
U kyslotni kolory veselka vbralas' –
To rozkvitla u hanka zorzyna – sobi makom zdalas'.

Moya mesiya, Marto – brazoliynist' v ochach.
Vsi kazky bilya bahattya, brynyat', prynosyat' yiy zach.
To obabich kordonu Velykoho, vartoviyi stoyat'.
Yakyis' yolop, vorozku u lisi, choche kep, pokochat'...
Bude lycho!

Vsi kulbaby u povin, u chervneviyi dni,
Do vymohy zavmerly, zahasyly vohni
Lichtariv kryshtalevych, obiym y pochuttiv.
My luzaly nasinnya, a chtos' yanhola vbyv.