Rozmyta tin solonoyu slozoyu
I ryasno skroplena terpkym vynom;
Vidkvitly nebesa davno hrozoyu,
Dusha vidhirkla dykym polynom.
Cvite cheremcha – kytyci pinoyu,
Shcho nakypilo cvitom zacvilo,
Lysh v spohad povertayet'sya lunoyu
Lyubovi nashoyi strimkyi proloh.

Rozmyta tin, rozviyani obrazy,
Svitlishaye travneva synyava,
I serce dobyraye v barvo-frazy
Kriz' rozdum peresiyani slova.
Cvite cheremcha – kytyci pinoyu,
V rozmayi nyni ves' blakytnyi svit,
I zayvir v nebi zoloto-strunoyu
Rozhoyduye bezmeznyi nebozvid.

Vze pachne ladanom polyn dostyhlyi,
Solodyt' dushu dyka hirkota,
Ale ce inshoyi lyubovi dyvo,
I ce vze insha istyna prosta.
Cvite cheremcha – kytyci pinoyu,
Shcho nakypilo cvitom zacvilo,
Lysh v spohad povertayet'sya lunoyu
Lyubovi nashoyi strimkyi proloh.