Niby na tim sviti
drymbayut' molfary.
Na vsi shtyry boky
lysh zemlya dovkola.

Vid suchoyi hilky
serce vidirvalos'.
Poletilo ptachom
ponad minnym polem.

A za vydnokrayem
rodyt'sya svitanok,
choch v dushi shche temno,
hen za playem rvet'sya

neba chorne drantya,
krov’yaniyut' rany...
Chy dytyna plache
chy lychyi smiyet'sya?..

Boze, yakshcho ye ty,
day skorishe vmerty
i shchob potim kruky
ochi ne dovbaly.

Tak nelehko zyty
dlya lehkoyi smerty.
Chuyesh – na tim sviti
drymbayut' molfary.