Indiya prychodyt' v moyi sny,
Snyat'sya meni palmy ta indusy.
Ye v nych macharadzi i slony,
Ye v nych svoyi minusy ta plyusy.

Nashe lito – to ye v nych zyma,
Yoham ne potribni nashi chutra.
Snihu i morozu v nych nema,
Vsyu pohodu robyt' Brachmaputra.

V nych use okey, vse, yak u lyudey.
Ya duze chochu zavitaty v Deli chy v Bombey.
Chindi russy bchay bchay, chindi russy bchay,
Oy, ndu-ndu-ndu-ndu-ndu-ndu-du, Boze, pomahay!
Ay-yay-ya-yay, ay-yay.

Na sloniv teper strashna cina,
Ale trocha hroshey zaoshchadzu
I kolys' kuplyu sobi slona,
Chay mene veze, yak macharadzu.

Bachu v kolorovim sebe sni,
Yak u Stanislavi po maydani
Yidu ya na bilomu sloni
Vbranyi u chalmu i bili shtani.

Snyt'sya meni Indiya, Kalkuta i Madras,
Ya tak chochu v Indiyu, az rypyt' matras!
Chindi russy bchay bchay, chindi russy bchay,
Shydi-rydi-rydi-dana, Boze, pomahay!
Ay-yay-ya-yay, ay-yay.

Chodyt' kolo mene nehrynya,
Kuryt' fimiamy iz pialy,
Much meni vid pysku vidhanya,
Shchob vony mene ne distavaly.

Krutyt'sya vid kayfu holova,
Yak toy chovnyk sered okeanu,
V roti rozchynyayet'sya chalva
I ya cilyi zahlyblyuyus' v nirvanu.

V mene vse okey, vse, yak u lyudey
I chervona cyatochka na lobi miz brovey.
Chindi russy bchay bchay, chindi russy bchay,
Marusya, raz, dva, try, kalyna, Boze pomahay!
Ay-yay-ya-yay, ay-yay.

Ti indiys'ki yohy, chto z vony?
Chym hucul hucul podibnyi na indusa?
Ye v nych macharadzi i slony,
Ale v nashych chlopciv krashchi vusa.

A shche by kozen hucul mav slona,
Yak v Rabindranata chy v Radzyva –
Bula by moya Halychyna,
Diysno nezalezna i shchaslyva.

Rozpryahayte, chlopci, sloniv...