Shcho si dyeyut' lyudy na tim sviti, –
Kak nichto, u zyzni mayut' stres,
A na dnyach do mene shche vsilyvsya
Syvyi, volochatyi polterheyst.

U-u, o, mamo, mamo, o

To kota za chvist moho tyahaye,
To vidkryye vodu unochi,
Dobre, shcho my zinku ne chipaye,
Ale des' schovav yiyi klyuchi

U-u, o, mamo, mamo, o-uo

Pryspiv:
Chodyt', brodyt'
Po chati nochamy, nochamy polterheyst
Syvyi, zachipovanyi-u, o-uo,
Choche vzyaty na Sen-Francysko reys,
I mene bilshe chipaty vin ne bude, no usloviye:
Davay vizu – i kraya!

Yak pozbutysi tu nechyst' klyatu,
Dumav, Kashpirovs'kyi dast' otvyet,
Domovyi zi zlosti nam v nahradu
Imitiruvav polot rakyet

U-u, o, mamo, mamo, o

Potim z’yizd narodnych deputativ –
Vin kryvlyav pid lizkom vid dushi,
A na druhu nich v moyim chalati
Mayakovs'koho chytov virshi

Pryspiv

Vze ne hodyn, syvyna my vkryla,
T'omni mysli v holovu pryinyav:
Chom z yevreyem moya maty ne zhrishyla –
Tak by v Tel-Avivi si schovav

Pryspiv