Vse zyttya ya na neyi hroshi zbyrav,
Navazyvsya, kupyv, v haraz zachovav,
Shchovechora pylyuku retelno vytyrav,
Naykrashchoho momentu dlya pokazu chekav.
Chas ishov, pohoda minyalas',
A mashyna v harazi zalyshalas',
I dovhozdanyi den niyak ne pryide.
Druzi vsi pytayut': "Rozum tviy de?"

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Moya mashyna, na-na-na-na-na-na! (3)
Moya mashyna-shyna, na-na-na!..

V koznoho v zytti ye kupa rechey,
Yaki trymayut' na sobi sotni ochey,
Shcho zabyrayut' vsyu radist' solodkych nochey,
I chtos' hovoryt' i krychyt' tobi: "Ey-ey!"
Ta nepochutymy lyshayut'sya slova,
Odnym lysh zabyta tvoya holova...

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