Trishchat' i rvut'sya nebesa –
Hulya nad Kyyevom hroza!
Reve, hude, rehoche hrim,
Az chodyt' chodorom ves' dim!
I os' chymduz vperishchyv doshch,
Nash kyyivs'kyi doshch!
I po pahorbach pechers'kych v Besarabky bik
Veselo letyt' doshchovyi potik,
Perechody zatoplyaye, rvet'sya u butik –
I hurkoche zerstyu vodostik!

A zlyva llyet'sya, mov z vidra,
Nemov nad Kyyevom dira!..
I na richkach vody strimkych
Ryasni tancyuyut' bulbashky,
I veselyt'sya litniy doshch,
Nash kyyivs'kyi doshch!
I uriven z trotuarom u Yevbazu bik
Veselo letyt' doshchovyi potik,
Kolo cyrku – nache more, chto ustyh – utik!
I hurkoche zerstyu vodostik!

Rokoche hrim, chlyushchyt' voda,
I krayu chmaram ne vydat'!
Otoz, koloshi zakochu
Ta tak dodomu y poskachu –
Pomiz kalyuz, pid teplyi doshch,
Nash kyyivs'kyi doshch!
I uzvozamy krutymy u Podolu bik
Veselo letyt' doshchovyi potik,
Zytniy rynok nache ostriv, lyvnya – samyi pik!
I hurkoche zerstyu vodostik!

A uchora z Hidrometu vaznyi cholovik
V Kyyevi cey den bez doshchu prorik!
Ta z prohnozom u pohody zmalechku konflikt –
I hurkoche zerstyu vodostik!
I divchata bosonohi, bizuchy bihcem,
Brechuncya toho kolyut', mov shylcem –
Za nevzyati parasoli,
Mokri spyny i podoly
Vdalym hostrym kyyivs'kym slivcem!