U ofisi pererva, ty holodnyi, yak pes,
V ochach morhaye napys: "Ya pochavav by des'"
I raptom zapach cheburekiv po-shpions'ky lize v nis,
I ty po holovach lyudey na zapach cey bizysh.
Vlitayesh u kafe, hotovyi z’yisty slona
I tut pered toboyu, yak kytays'ka stina,
Stoyit' oficiantka – shostyi rozmir dushi,
I duze elehantno poyidaye lavashi.

Pryspiv:
I niby daleka, i niby blyz'ka
Divchyna z kafeshky na metro Lybids'ka.
I niby solodka, i niby hirka
Divchyna z kafeshky na metro Lybids'ka.
I niby vysoka, i niby nyz'ka
Divchyna z kafeshky na metro Lybids'ka.
I niby hlyboka, i niby milka
Divchyna z kafeshky na metro Lybids'ka.

Ty zahlyadayesh yiy u ochi, prosysh: "Dayte menyu"
I holosno kovtayesh bilya damy slyunu,
I vona hraciozno vytyraye ruky ob chalat,
I proponuye dlya rozmynky pyvo i salat.
Vona chut' vyshcha i ty dyvyshsya yiy prosto v dekolte,
A dialoh v takych umovach dilo neproste,
I ty vidtyahuyesh vse tilo i na palci vstayesh,
Lamayesh lohiku, todi pytayesh: "De ty zyvesh?"

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