Yakos' narod zibrav synod
I tak postanovyly
Shcho ye taky muchenyky
Zrobimo z yich svyatymy
A ty skazav, nu shcho z todi
Vsi zasoby choroshi
Ty urnu vzyav i po vodi
Umyt' rozviyav moshchi

Tebe sudyly opislya
Vsi mudreci v porfirach
Vony ustamy nemovlya
Oholosyly vyrok
Za te, shcho ty rozdmuchav dym
Yasnovelmoz i svyatosh
Ty budesh vichno molodym
I vichno p’yanym takoz

Pryspiv:
I chodyt' po svitu, vselyayuchy strach
Zaplakanyi chlopchyk iz butlem v rukach
Zyttya pokosylos' i yde shkerebert'
Yomu naymylishi tverezist' i smert'

Nemov pochesnoho hincya
Tebe pryimayut' vsyudy
I neodminno po vincya
U butel pleshchut' lyudy
A ty volayesh navzdohin
Ne treba bilshe, dosyt'
Nichto ne chuye, ty odyn
U nich stupayesh bosyi

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