Komus' treba, shchob v kysheni
Bula pachka cyharok
Chtos' vmyraye, zaroblyaye
Na Havayi kvytok

Chtos' ne yist', ne spyt', a mriye
Pro pryvatnyi litak,
A komus' nehayno treba
Tryufeliv vidchuty smak

Pryspiv:
A meni, a meni
I bez toho nepohano,
Bo ya mayu, bo ya mayu
Virnych druziv i kochanu
Bo u mene, bo u mene
Krashcha v sviti krayina,
Ya zyvu, ya zyvu,
Bo zyttya mayu yedyne

Komus' treba roz’yizdzaty
Na sportyvnomu Porshe,
Komus' – yisty rehulyarno
V restorani "Marshe"

Komus' treba maty desyat'
Molodych sekretarok
Try vodiya, bodihardiv,
Deputats'kyi kvytok

Pryspiv

Snyt'sya Bushu kozen den
Demokratiya u sviti:
Usya nafta v SShA,
Vsi Bin Ladeny ubyti

Mriye Putin, shcho Rosiya –
Monarchichna znov derzava,
I zibralys' vsi narody,
Shchob caryu spivaty "Slava!"

Pryspiv