Shchob zbahatyty derzavu
Kozen maye sobi spravu:
Chtos' litaye, chtos' zburlyaye.
Bat'kivshchynu zachyshchaye.

Pryspiv:
A ya spivayu: lya-lya-lya.

Shchob ne lizlo v dushu lycho
Kozen maye sobi vtichu:
Chtos' lichtaryky zbyraye,
Chtos' na divku pohlyadaye.

Pryspiv

Chay zahraye yak Pink Floyd
Ponad dachom ruberoyid
Bo yak ze mozna, vzahali,
Bez muzyky na seli.

Pryspiv