Klofelin

Chetvertyi den strazdayu, malo yim,
Chetvertyi den v dushi moyii pechal,
Yak pryhadayu teplu maisku nich
I nashu zustrich, i nichnyi tramvai.

My na "Konyechnii" buly vze na "ty",
Manyv kushchamy nas vesnyanyi hai.
Kupyv "Chinzano" – navesty panty.
Ty zasmiyalas – bude vso "ol rait".

Pryspiv:
Sho? Sho? Shos pidlyla do vyna.
V miliciyi kazut: "yakyis klofelin",
Bo obruchka, poluchka i cepura
Shchezly, yak z bilyh yablun dym.

Livov rukov obnyav osynyi stan,
Des pivhodyny m’yav tvoyi vusta,
Na lavci tisno, holodno v travi,
Ostannya dumka tlila v holovi.

A potim mrak!.. i shchezly vsi vohni.
A potim svitlo – ya lezu v kushchah.
V ruci bychok, vizat des muravli
I dvi slozy na pom’yatyh shchokah.

Pryspiv