Ya vtomyvs'... snahy nemaye...
Myla, pozaliy!
Vze do mene ne litaye
Mriy blakytnych riy.
Nich spustylas'. Syayut' zori
V temniy vyshyni,
V nezmiryanomu prostori
Svityat'sya vohni.

Misyac' syaye... sad drimaye,
Viter shepche shchos',
Strunkyi yasen odmovlyaye,
On spivaye chtos'...
Ta u serci zhasla zirka,
Pisnya ne dzvenyt',
A rydaye hirko, hirko,
Molyt' i krychyt'.

Yak by myla usmichnulas',
To v dushi moyiy
Proneslysya b, strepenulys'
Zhrayi niznych mriy.
Yak by holos niznyi, tychyi,
Lyubyi zalunav –
Na chvylynu b, moze, lycho
Vin tyazke pryspav.

Smich yasnyi, yak den blakytnyi,
Ne dzvenyt'... ya sam
Odynokyi, bezpryvitnyi
Viddayus' pisnyam. (ves' kuplet – 2)