Shcho si dyeyut ljudy na tim sviti, –
Kak nihto, u zyzni mayut stres,
A na dnyah do mene shche vsilyvsya
Syvyi, volohatyi polterheist.
U-u, o, mamo, mamo, o
To kota za hvist moho tyahaye,
To vidkryye vodu unochi,
Dobre, shcho my zinku ne chipaye,
Ale des shovav yiyi kljuchi
U-u, o, mamo, mamo, o-uo
Pryspiv:
Chodyt, brodyt
Po hati nochamy, nochamy polterheist
Syvyi, zahipovanyi-u, o-uo,
Choche vzyaty na Sen-Francysko reis,
I mene bilshe chipaty vin ne bude, no usloviye:
Davai vizu – i kraya!
Yak pozbutysi tu nechyst klyatu,
Dumav, Kashpirovskyi dast otvyet,
Domovyi zi zlosti nam v nahradu
Imitiruvav polot rakyet
U-u, o, mamo, mamo, o
Potim z’yizd narodnyh deputativ –
Vin kryvlyav pid lizkom vid dushi,
A na druhu nich v moyim halati
Mayakovskoho chytov virshi
Pryspiv
Vze ne hodyn, syvyna my vkryla,
Tomni mysli v holovu pryinyav:
Chom z yevreyem moya maty ne zhrishyla –
Tak by v Tel-Avivi si shovav
Pryspiv