Smiyut'sya, plachut' solov’yi
I b’yut' pisnyamy v hrudy:
"Ciluy, ciluy, ciluy yiyi –
Znov molodist' ne bude!

Ty ne dyvys', shcho bude tam –
Chy zabuttya, chy zrada:
Vesna ide nazustrich vam,
Vesna v sey chas vam rada.

Na ment yedynyi zalyshy
Sviy sum, dumky i hore –
I strumin vlasnoyi dushi
Ulyi v shumlyache more.

Lovy letyuchu myt' zyttya!
Charuys', chmeliy, vpyvaysya
I sered mriy i zabuttya
V rozkoshach zakochaysya.

Pohlyan: usya zemlya tremtyt'
V palkych obiymach nochi,
Lyst kvitci rviyno shelestyt',
Travi strumok vorkoche.

Vidbylys' zori u vodi,
Letyat' do chmar tumany...
Tut llyut'sya pachoshchi husti,
Tam hnut'sya verby p’yani.

Yak iskra shche v tobi horyt'
I zhasnuty ne vspila –
Hory! – zyttya yedyna myt',
Dlya smerti z – vichnist' cila.

Chomu z stoyish bez ruchu ty,
Koly vves' svit spivaye?
Nalahod' struny zoloti:
Benket vesna spravlyaye.

I smilo ydy pid dzvin charok
Z vohnem, z pisnyamy v hosti.
Na svyato radisne kvitok,
Kochannya, sniv i mlosti.

Zahyne vse bez vorottya:
Shcho viz'me chas, shcho lyudy.
Pohasne v serci bahattya,
I zacholonut' hrudy.

I schochesh ty vernut' sobi,
Yak Faust, dni mynuli...
Ta znay: nad nas – bohy skupi,
Nad nas – hluchi y nechuli..."

Smiyut'sya, plachut' solov’yi
I b’yut' pisnyamy v hrudy:
"Ciluy, ciluy, ciluy yiyi –
Znov molodist' ne bude".