Vidlopotysh doshchamy za vorota,
V shchilynach bruku vyroste trava –
A potim budut' znovu v mushli rota,
Miz skoyok hub svitytysya slova.
Roztanesh v dymniy sutini vokzalu –
Ale osyade v pam’yati, na dni,
Oblychchya zinky, shcho tebe kochala,
I bilyi ptach firanky u vikni,
I tyshyna v laskavych rukavychkach,
I u plyushchi zaplutanyi balkon...
Shchos' vidshchemyt'. Shchos' – ocholone v zvychku
(Bo y molodist' – yak sklo pid kablukom!).
Ta cherez hony lit, na povoroti,
Blahatymesh u doli lysh odno:
Doshchem navshpynkach uviyty v vorota
I – poshepky – poplakaty v vikno...