Nay cilyi svit propade ya pozyty chochu sam.
Kruhom odni var’yaty – ya var’yatom chut' ne stav!
Ya mayu dosyt' vashych zlych i nenormalnych sliv.
Ya chochu buty korablom na svomu mori sniv

Zeleni lyudy chodyat' sami na sebe zli.
Zeleni torby nosyat', a vony taki tyazki.
Ya chochu v svoye more, ya chochu buty sam.
Ti svoyi tychi sny ya nikomu ne viddam.

Aaaaaaa-a to moye more
Yeye-ye-ye-yeye to moye more
Naa-na-na to moye more
Naa-na-na to moye more

Daleko v lisi chodyat' malenki muravli.
Pro shos' svoye hovoryat'. Vsi svoyi i vsi chuzi.
A v mene v mori ryby chodyat' tycho tak, yak ya.
Ya chochu svoye more – to moya nima sim’ya!

To ye moye. Ye moye. Moye, moye more.
To ye moye. Ye moye. Moye, moye more.
To ye moye. Ye moye. Moye, moye more.
To ye moye. Ye moye. Moye, moye more.

Aaaaaaa-a to moye more
Yeye-ye-ye-yeye to moye more
Naa-na-na to moye more
Naa-na-na to moye more

Nay cilyi svit propade ya pozyty chochu sam.
Kruhom odni var’yaty – ya var’yatom chut' ne stav!
Ya mayu dosyt' vashych zlych i nenormalnych sliv.
Ya chochu buty korablom na svomu mori sniv...