Yak pochalosya, de ce vse vidbulosya
Dyvno vse yakos' pereplelosya
Lystya z kashtaniv, nebo nad namy
Yak syve volossya
Sliv moyich tisto kolorove namysto
Ya, yak hraf Monte-Kristo
Meni v kameri tisno
Skoro ya vznayu, de ce vse vidlitaye
Yak lelechyna pisnya
Ya pochekayu...

Chas koly pryide z neba
Zoloto-vohnyanyi zmiy

Ya deshcho znayu, kryla ya rozpravlyayu
Nache Ikar v nebo ya vidlitayu
Vitrovi lestoshchi, zoryani pestoshchi
Ya vidchuvayu
Sonce svitylo, moyi kryla opalylo
Pir’ya z moyich ruk, nache lystya, zletilo
Ya vpav u more i ce nachebto hore
Ta ya ne zahynuv
Ya pochekayu...

Davniyi syly, nebo i chvyli
Tam, de drakkary shche ne chodyly
My pereplyly z biloyi piny
Perly namyly
Chuyesh vidlunnya davnoho rohu
Shcho vin nese smert' abo peremohu
Ya shche ne znayu ta nas vze chekaye
Lebedyna doroha
Ya pochekayu...