Pryspiv: (2)
Chas pracyuye na mene – vin mene ubyvaye.
Vse, shcho u mene ye, i vse, choho ne buvaye,
ya vstyh schovaty sobi do kyshen.
Ya zaraz naykrashcha mishen. (2)

I navkolo nich vohnyanoyu lavoyu,
Kyyivs'ka trasa des' pid Poltavoyu,
v kozniy furi tinyamy temnymy
chovayut'sya perelyakani demony.

I zavysayut' zori v napruzi,
morok chovayet'sya u kukurudzi,
dushi pomerlych smertyu strashnoyu
tyazko litayut' nad okruznoyu.

Pryspiv (2)

I temno v yichnich ochnycyach poroznich,
i hriyut'sya v kabakach prydoroznich
nichnoyi tyshi dzvinki orkestry,
i prostytutky – dobri, yak sestry,

I vbyvci z latanymy sercyamy,
dity z yaskravymy olivcyamy,
kelnery z palenym alkoholem,
i vid'my z hostrym pidshkirnym bolem,

i pereviznyky chornoyi nafty,
i prosto bezzachysni yibanaty / dovbodyatly,
zovti bizenci zvidkys' z Kytayu –
ya vsich lyublyu, vsich pam’yatayu.

I navit' yakshcho ya zabudu pro kohos',
chyyes' im’ya chy znayomyi holos,
meni shche stane chasu i nerviv,
shchoby zhadaty vsich pomerlych.

Tomu litayte, moyi choroshi,
doky tryvayut' ci nochi naydovshi,
doky tyahnut'sya ci dorohy,
litayte popry vsi zastorohy.

Ya vyhribatymu miz berehamy,
ya rozberusya, vreshti, z borhamy,
ya vyryvatymu vam hortani.
Dobroyi nochi, moyi kochani.

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