Pro sloniv

Indiya pryhodyt v moyi sny,
Snyatsya meni palmy ta indusy.
Ye v nyh maharadzi i slony,
Ye v nyh svoyi minusy ta pljusy.

Nashe lito – to ye v nyh zyma,
ioham ne potribni nashi hutra.
Snihu i morozu v nyh nema,
Vsyu pohodu robyt Brahmaputra.

V nyh use okei, vse, yak u ljudei.
Ya duze hochu zavitaty v Deli chy v Bombei.
Chindi russy bhai bhai, hindi russy bhai,
Oi, ndu-ndu-ndu-ndu-ndu-ndu-du, Boze, pomahai!
Ai-yai-ya-yai, ai-yai.

Na sloniv teper strashna cina,
Ale troha hroshei zaoshchadzu
I kolys kuplju sobi slona,
Chai mene veze, yak maharadzu.

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

Snytsya meni Indiya, Kalkuta i Madras,
Ya tak hochu v Indiyu, az rypyt matras!
Chindi russy bhai bhai, hindi russy bhai,
Shydi-rydi-rydi-dana, Boze, pomahai!
Ai-yai-ya-yai, ai-yai.

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

Krutytsya vid kaifu holova,
Yak toi chovnyk sered okeanu,
V roti rozchynyayetsya halva
I ya cilyi zahlybljuyus v nirvanu.

V mene vse okei, vse, yak u ljudei
I chervona cyatochka na lobi miz brovei.
Chindi russy bhai bhai, hindi russy bhai,
Marusya, raz, dva, try, kalyna, Boze pomahai!
Ai-yai-ya-yai, ai-yai.

Ti indiiski iohy, hto z vony?
Chym hucul hucul podibnyi na indusa?
Ye v nyh maharadzi i slony,
Ale v nashyh hlopciv krashchi vusa.

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

Rozpryahaite, hlopci, sloniv...