Shchob ocey tuman ta snihy poyiv,
Cey vazkyi tuman, nerozhadanyi.
Vpav na hrudy pil, na pechal hayiv,
Vpav na tychyi sad, na obkradenyi.

Sribni blysky ros, peredzvony kos
V dalyni hluchiy uvyzayut'sya.
Lastiv’yachyi kryk i divochyi smich,
I stepy v shovkach, u nohavycyach...

Hey, nema, nema, tut strashna zyma –
Mla, vidchay i sum nad oselyamy.
Ponad sadom kruk, ponad stepom – svyst
I sobachyi brech ponad selamy.

Ni shovkovych ros, ni pisen nema,
Lysh odni snihy ta lypkyi tuman –
Vpav na hrudy pil, na pechal hayiv.
Shchob ocey tuman ta snihy poyiv.