Orataniya

A ya vdyahnu svoyi novi i modni shtanci,
Vizmu panamu, kvytok na litak u ruci.
Lechu na ostriv, de budut haryachi tanci,
Zyvut tam ljudy, verbljudy i oratanci.

Roman, Oleh, Mykola,
Vadym, Andrii, znovu ya, o-o-o...

Pryspiv:
My budemo spivaty, i razom tancyuvaty,
Spivayesh ty i ya, my Orataniya,
Anu davai strybaty, i ruky pidiimaty,
Strybayesh ty i ya, my Orataniya.

Pisok i plyaz i usmishka na momu lyci,
Tekila, pyvo, v smetani smachni holubci,
My budem z nochi do ranku spivaty pisni,
Ya ne povernus do domu nikoly, o ni!

Romko-bomko, Lyeshyk, Sup,
Henyk, Dyrchyk, Znovu ya, o-o-o...

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