Bude chas povertatys do sebe,
Vidkryvaty sebe bude chas,
Praporamy prechystoho neba
Zahystyt hai istoriya nas.
Pomaranchevi i bilo-syni
I pidkovy na shchastya pechat.
Dlya Ameryky i dlya Rosiyi
My strashni, bo ne mozem movchat.
Krai dorohy bahattya palaly
Nich i den vid brehni u vohni,
Nas istoriya vze pokarala,
Bo nemaye bez pravdy brehni.
V pomaranchevii i bilo-synii
Zahubylys lyshe prapory,
V mozolyastyh prostyh hrechkosiyiv
Pole znyzu i nebo zhory. (2)
Ty peremih
Kruky nad Ukrayinoyu
Potroshenko
Chto osudyt?
Betman revoljuciyi
Volodya Liliputin
Ye Livinska
Kar’yera Mani
Paranoyevyi kovchih
Pro bezsmertnyh
Pora
Moze vzyaty Kyyiv
Pomarancheva zyma
Vydinnya hetmana
Liberalnyi romans
Svoya orda
Bili husy
Chervona troyanda
Tel-a-Lviv
U Tomenkovi ochi
Yulechka
Reitan
Brehnya zalilasya brehni
Diohen
Rusalonka
Vichnyi pid