Vin pershym chlopcem na kolhospi,
Vse cherez te, shcho Vasya buv skinched.
Vin nedolyublyuvav kolhospnykiv i Toster,
Zate u Vasi buv krutyi moped.
Na fari – svastyka, na rami – Chari Krishna,
I Vasya valyt' yak dyviziya SS.
Yoho mashyna pracyuye ledve chuty,
Ni odyn niher ne pide naperekis.

Pryspiv:
Skinched Vasya na mopedi,
Na plechi znachok SS,
Skinched Vasya na mopedi,
Nash nevyznanyi boyec'.
Skinched Vasya nam pomoze,
Biloyi rasy lipshyi druh,
Skinched Vasya nas zaloze,
Yakshcho nehry budut' tut!

Skinchedu babcya zv’yazala modnyi bomber,
Takoho ty nide vze ne znaydesh.
I hady ye, humovi trochy pravda –
Umilec' Vasya zmaystruvav yich iz kalosh.
I kozen den vin prosynavsya rano-vranci
I distavav vin iz-pid lizka sviy nahan
I rozstavlyav na pidvikonnyku stakany
I pochynalas' Tretya svitova!

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