Ya zakryvayu ochi

Bila slov’yanka z bilym volossyam, prodaye svoye tilo shchob yakos prozyty.
Syvyi didus povernuvsya dodomu bez hroshei na hlib pacanamy pobytyi.
P’yanyi viiskovyi spyt u kaljuzi mundyr u bljuvoti zahyshchaye derzavu.
De vona pravda i hidnist narodu, syla mohutnist i didova slava?

Shcho nam robyty? – chuyu ya zvidusil.
Shcho nam robyty? – zvychaine pytannya siroyi masy.
Ya zakryvayu ochi, ale ce lyshe posyljuye bil.
Ya zakryvayu ochi, nevze ce kinec, kinec moyeyi rasy?

Polityky, shcho sydyat pry vladi zradzuyut zemli svoyih batkiv.
Yim vsim pljuvaty na derzavu, vony pracyuyut lyshe na zydiv.
A ljudy dyvlyatsya u televizor i kovtayut use ce zydivske laino.
De vona pravda i hidnist narodu, nevze yiyi tez stoptaly v bahno?