Zhadavshy muzyku zabutu,
Ya zamovlyayu naprokat
Litak bez kryl i bez marshrutu
I my letym bez parashutu – nebo!

Pryspiv:
Znayu! Znayu!
Choho dusha bazaye.
I chekaye, chekaye.
Ye-ye-ye-ye.
Znayu! Znayu!
Choho dusha bazaye.
I chekaye, chekaye.
Ye-ye-ye-ye.

Subota, p’yatnycya, nedilya,
Tak nepomitno proletily.
I my z toboyu ne zustrilys',
A my davno c'oho chotily tilom.

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