Na karuseli blyad' kruzlyaye,
Vona shuka svoyu lyubov,
A ya stoyu vnyzu y ne znayu,
Choho ya znov syudy pryishov?

U kvitni pochuttya prozori,
Lehka i p’yana holova.
V durac'ko-karuselnim chori
Zmishalys' zrazu vsi slova!

U kvitni pochuttya prozori,
Lehka i p’yana holova.
V durac'ko-karuselnim chori
Zmishalys' zrazu vsi slova!

A blyad' kruzlyaye i kruzlyaye,
A blyad' shuka svoyu lyubov!
Chy ya lyublyu yiyi? Ne znayu...
Ale ya znov syudy pryishov!