Zaskryplyat' poyizdy iz vokzaliv zaplakanych,
Z manuskryptu nebes obirvet'sya pechat'.
Doky viter zene snihuriv perelyakanych,
Doty z sribnych storich, nashi kedry movchat'.
A dorohy, dorohy skoryayut'sya doroho,
Moze ye des' kotras', bez rozluk, bez rozluk.
Chay zastyhne na skli vichnyi pomach – do skoroho,
I metnet'sya zemlya pid kolesovyi stuk.

I koly vyshyna zuravlynymy klynamy,
Vpershe skotyt'sya vnyz na letyuchi kushchi.
Tycho stanesh doshchem i zapachnesh kalynamy,
I pidesh zvidtilya, tak, yak chodyat' doshchi.
A dorohy, dorohy skoryayut'sya doroho,
Moze ye des' kotras', bez rozluk, bez rozluk.
Chay zastyhne na skli vichnyi pomach – do skoroho,
I metnet'sya zemlya pid kolesovyi stuk.

A dorohy, dorohy skoryayut'sya doroho,
Moze ye des' kotras', bez rozluk, bez rozluk.
Chay zastyhne na skli vichnyi pomach – do skoroho,
I metnet'sya zemlya pid kolesovyi stuk.