Chas

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

I navkolo nich vohnyanoyu lavoyu,
Kyyivska trasa des pid Poltavoyu,
v koznii furi tinyamy temnymy
hovayutsya perelyakani demony.

I zavysayut zori v napruzi,
morok hovayetsya u kukurudzi,
dushi pomerlyh smertyu strashnoyu
tyazko litayut nad okruznoyu.

Pryspiv (2)

I temno v yihnih ochnycyah poroznih,
i hriyutsya v kabakah prydoroznih
nichnoyi tyshi dzvinki orkestry,
i prostytutky – dobri, yak sestry,

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

i pereviznyky chornoyi nafty,
i prosto bezzahysni yibanaty / dovbodyatly,
zovti bizenci zvidkys z Kytayu –
ya vsih ljublju, vsih pam’yatayu.

I navit yakshcho ya zabudu pro kohos,
chyyes im’ya chy znaiomyi holos,
meni shche stane chasu i nerviv,
shchoby zhadaty vsih pomerlyh.

Tomu litaite, moyi horoshi,
doky tryvayut ci nochi naidovshi,
doky tyahnutsya ci dorohy,
litaite popry vsi zastorohy.

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

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