Yalta

Alo, haraz, divchata! My yidemo na more!
Ne v Turciyu, Yehypet, a nash adres – YuBK.
Bicuhy pidkachaly, ochky vid soncya vzyaly –
Na plyazi zrazu vydno krutoho chuvaka!
Cepuramy na sonci my zaichyky puskayem,
Zuyemo erotychno vchorashnyu pahlavu,
I v temnyh okulyarah padruh sobi shukayem,
Ya pislya pahlavy yih intyelyektom rozirvu.

Pryspiv:
Ou-ya, ou-ya-ya! Yalta, zenshchiny i ya!
Das ist super Chynhizhan,
Chorne more – okean!
Ou-ya, ou-ya-ya! Yalta, zenshchiny i ya!
Das ist super Chynhizhan,
Chorne more – okean!
Yalta, Ya-ya-yalta! Yalta, Ya-ya-yalta! (2)

My kubiky na presi konkretno napryahayem,
Koly prohodyt zboku dostoinyi kontinhent,
I koznii z nyh, kanyeshno, kryevetky pryedlahayem!
Kryevyetky no soloni, i pivka cilyi paket.
My po kolina v mori lapayemo meduzy,
Shyroko vid zahoplennya povidkryvaly rot,
Divchata romantychno za namy nabljudayut
I duze intensyvno vdyhayut z morya iod.

Pryspiv (3)