Jazz...

I.
Chuttyevyh not charivnyi splav;
Emocii sumish, pochuttiv...
I like you, Jazz! You are my love:
Yaskravyi shal i tysha sniv.

Pryspiv:
Cya muzyka – to spravznii kaif:
U rytmah dzazu ves mii chas.
Lyublju zyttya! I love my life!
Starenkyi, dobryi, vichnyi dzaz.

II.
Naivyshchoho gatunku brend,
Dobirnyh zeren aromat...
Dlya kavy dzaz naikrashchyi friend,
Dlya mene – nache ridnyi brat.

Pryspiv

III.
Zi zvukiv dzazu p’yu kokteil,
Nym napyvayusya ne raz...
I’m very lucky every day.
Ya do nestyamy ljublju dzaz!

Pryspiv