Chy to krashchoyi doli
Ya ne bachu sobi,
Chy de pyshet'sya volya
Na otomu herbi.
Chy my hirshi u drafti?
Chy ostanni z usich?
Z cerkvy Spasa na Nafti
Vze vynosyat' svyatych.
Vsich zbyrayut' do kola,
Y spaty klAdut' dokupy,
Ce vam – Ole Lukoyle
Z parasoleyu v dupi.
Ce ta kochanka bezzuba,
Yaka pro vsich vas podbaye...
Adze rosiys'koyu slovo "lyuba"
Zvuchyt' yak "lyubaya".

Pidkyn, Boze, monetu,
I rozkryi plan ocey –
Chy vryatuyesh mene Ty,
Chy natysnesh don’t save?
Chy vidirvesh vsi m’yazy
Vid kistok ta suhlobiv?
Chy nastupnoho razu
Vsich nakryye Bilobyl?
Yakymy marnymy vtratamy
Nas shche prytysne z hory?
Chto i yak namy hratyme,
Koly vze diyde do hry?
Ta ya ne znayu, chto vychavyt'
Iz N'oho "tak" abo "ni",
Nevze novyi riven vidchayu
Ce vse, shcho svityt' meni?

For mo’ Scully
Oh, good golly!
Everyone’s crying, appealing and calling.
The rich, the poor, the judge, the thief,
And everyone saying:
"I Want To Believe".

A v susids'kiy u chati
Na viynu usi vbrani –
V dytsadku – vsi u chaki,
Vychovatel – v Armani,
Vin sidaye okremo –
Nevelychkyi, blidyi,
I namashchuye kremom
Vid pohoniv slidy.
Vsi polyuyut' na vsich,
Ye zahalna meta,
Strilyaty v svoyich –
Nemaye pytan!
Ta na vulyci nich
I za viknamy zovten,
I yedyne, shcho ya mozu skazaty:
"pishov ty..."