Ce pravo Hulivera – rostyty liliputa,
Prote nichto ne znaye, chto vyznachaye zrist,
Zav’yazuyuchy nervy, poslablyuyuchy puta,
Volodya Liliputin u Peterburzi ris.

Takyi zvychaynyi chlopchyk, pronyrlyvyi horobchyk,
Rosty yomu davaly, zalkuyuchy sebe,
I tinnyu Hulivera, yakyi protopche,
Yak ne dorohu v peklo to stezku v FSB.

Zdavalosya b, hodi i odnoho Volodi,
Ta u Rosiyi zvychka – stupaty na hrabli.
Yak z biloyi haryachky znov pisnyu chorovodyat':
Volodyu Liliputina dovichno u cari!

V Berlini hostyuvaly, i pyly y nalyvaly,
U nimciv Liliputina pryimaly nedarma,
Yak vypyly po dvisti, shvydenko pryhadaly:
Stoyav kolys' Volodya, stoyav bilya kerma.

Ce pravo Huliveriv – rostyty liliputiv,
Ale dribnenki lyudy pryrecheni na zlist',
Kolys' cey Liliputin zav’yaze nervy kruto
I navit' ne pomityat', yak Hulivera z’yist'.