Cholodnyi mrec

Dutelya z’yiv – i nohy zader,
yidyat ioho muhy...

A u truni chervonii lezyt holodnyi mrec –
Zyttya tvoho hrishnoho nevtishnyi to kinec.
A naletily muhy – zeleni ta lyhi,
I lizut iomu v ochi, i lizut iomu v dushu,
Smiyutsya: hi-hi-hi!

A ty zer ananasy, "Napoleon" dudlyv,
Z divchatamy mav spravu, a zaraz u truni...
Zeleni muhy sily na zovtoho mercya,
Kusayut iomu ruky, kusayut iomu vuha,
Tancyuyut: hop-cya-cya!

I raptom voruhnulas holodnaya ruka
Iz synimy nihtyamy strashnoho mertvyaka...
Trishchala domovyna i pidnimalas klad,
Pidnimetsya i mertvyi, pidnimetsya kalika,
Yak muhy zayidyat!