Chary

Kozen ranok pochynayu bilya vikon tvoyih,
Yak shalenyi mahnit ty prytyahuyesh vsih.
Vytrachayut na tebe n-nu kilkist hroshei,
Usi vvazayut, shcho ce u poryadku rechei.
U kavalery do tebe ya sebe zapysav,
Pracyuvav hodynamy, nochamy ne spav,
Shchob tobi daruvaty VIP-podarunky,
V restoranah platyty cheky-rahunky.

Pryspiv:
Ale na inshyh vyprobovuyesh ty svoyi chary,
Ne pytayuchys dozvolu na ce,
Ya, vreshti-resht, podaruyu tobi okulyary,
Shchob ty zmohla pomityty mene!

Kozen vechir z toboyu tryvaye do ranku,
Kozen vedetsya na tvoyu prymanku.
Nizno beresh ty usih do polonu,
A vzamin ne dayesh navit nomer telefonu
Tvoyu taktyku shvydko ya rozhadav,
I pro ce tobi vidkryto i chesno skazav,
Ale ty uvahy ne zvertayesh na ce,
Rozevi okulyary zakryvayut lyce!

Pryspiv

Ty ne cinuyesh ljudei, a cinuyesh yih rechi,
Sila na holovu, obperlas na plechi!
Ne potribni tobi pochuttya i stosunky,
Tvoya mira odna – tvoyi podarunky.

Pryspiv