Po televizoru nam nehry RAPetuyut',
Shcho Mazafaka – pravylnyi pacan.
Fakir i mazoch, bachyv na viku vin
I Krym, i Rym, i Novyi Orlean.

U noho tachka dovsha za Lonh Aylend,
I shyrsha za yoho rozkishnyi zad.
U noho rep huchnyi yak Niahara,
A klovych t'olok v noho cilyi sklad.

Zyvy, Mazafaka, prekrasnyi i sylnyi!
Pid Soncem Florydy ty shchastya znayshov!
Miz mazamy bilyi, miz fakamy vilnyi
Rozcviv ty yak roza, tviy shou mast hov!

Po televizoru shche duzche repetuyut'
Vze Mazafaka bilyi, nache snih
Debilni teksty, rytm pryfankuyut'
Chard-kor zib’ye koho zavhodno z nih.

I Mazafaka – shoumen, nivroku
Vin zavede pid pyvom stadion!
Vin choche tachku, t'olok, villu,
I hroshey dlya pochatku, tak, milyon...

Zyvy, Mazafaka, prekrasnyi i sylnyi!
Pid Soncem Vkrayiny ty shchastya znayshov!
Miz bilymy chornyi, miz fakamy vilnyi
Rozcviv ty yak roza, tviy shou mast hov!