My dity krayiny z chervonymy zirkamy
Velykymy brovamy i stabilnynmy rublyamy
My dity revolyuciyi – krov z molokom
I vsya nasha istoriya – to radio "Shanson"
My dity krayiny, yakoyi vze nemaye
I do sych pir nas chasom she sovkamy nazyvayut'
Ale my – ukrayinci, normalni, zdorovi
Napyshem svoyim dityam pravylnu istoriyu

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Nashi chlopaky davno ne lyublyat' salo
Nashi chlopaky ne nosyat' sharovary
Nashi divchata vmiyut' nas lyubyty
Bo nashi – naykrashchi, choho nam she chotity? (ves' kuplet – 2)

My chodym po vulycyach z svoyimy ryukzachkamy
My dobre rozbyrayemos' – de livo, a de pravo
Stydaytesya panove Ukrayina – to ne v Afryci
I my davno ne chumaky i vy davno ne mavpy
My hulyayem vecherom z divchatamy
Bo my yich lyubym i v nas divchat bahato
I dity budut' v nas normalni i zdorovi
Bo my yim napyshem pravylnu istoriyu

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