Текст песни Гнатюк Іван - поетом бути тяжко

Well yak od tsogo not zdurіti?
Leather day I receive at the hands plyashku,
Її vmіstilischem zіgrіty,
I will say odne - poet Buti hard!

Nathnennyam rіzhu Dumka on paperі,
I write vіrshі not just,
In svoїy not zvichnіy, lagіdnіy manerі,
Pid gavkіt not prisilenih dogs!

Gulyati - tse єdine Happiness,
Zhittya kidati yak cat pid hvіst,
The I tamuvati bіl in zap'yastyah,
I - optimіst not pesimіst!

Leather day of I Zhittya odnomanіtne,
Without radostі have p'yanstvі, yak on dnі,
The I Mauger i іnkoli in nіm rozkvіtne,
Єdina radіst poetichnih dnіv!

For a long time, to deceive od tsogo!
I smoke a cigarette, the I in tightness,
Absent in nіy chogos new
I will say odne - poet Buti hard!