Armahedon

Chodyt po Misti Anhel v krosivkah.
ide tohorichnyi zatoptanyi snih.
Lyudy rozlizlys po p’yanyh tusivkah.
V plyashci horilky zasnuv Novyi Rik.

Huby kusayut skazeni sobaky,
Teplo i chysto vid marnoty.
Bohovi linky, a chortu tym pache –
Snih zamitaye usi try svity.

Pryspiv:
Stukaye Anhel, odityi v lahmittya:
Treba z skazaty, a surmu propyv.
Armahedon vze tryvaye stolittya –
Slozy krylom vytyra Havryyil.

Litayut komety, spivayut vertepy.
Vsih Irod vitaye – smiyutsya raby.
Myenty i bandity, bomzi i deputaty...
Svyatkui z usima, abo tyho sydy!

Pryspiv