Za viknamy den cholone –
U viknach pershi vohni.
Zamkny u moyich dolonyach
Nenavyst' svoyu i hniv.

Zlozy na moyi kolina
Kaminnya zorstokych dniv
I sriblo svoho polynu
Meni poklady do nih.

Shchob vilne, rozkute serce
Zabylos' znov haryache,
Shchob ty, naymicnishyi, spersya
Lycem – na moye pleche.

A ya pocilunkom teplym,
M’yakym, yak dytyachyi smich,
Zhashu polum’yane peklo
V ochach i dumkach tvoyich.

Ta zavtra, koly prostory
Prorize persha surma –
V zadymlenyi chornyi morok
Zberu ya tebe sama.

Ne viz'mesh plachu z soboyu –
Ya plakat' budu piznish.
Tobi z podaruyu zbroyu:
Cilunok hostryi, yak niz.

Shchob mav ty v zaliznim svysti
Dlya kryku i dlya movchan –
Usta rishuchi, yak vystril,
Tverdi, yak lezo mecha.