Chorovid

Tancyuyut tatuiovani divchata
na maidani mriyi,
Pisok paljuchyi pid stopoyu,
mov smola chervona, tane,
i ya z-pered sta soten lit rizblju
na bubni soncya tanec,
lopochut dva kyiky, mov kryla ptaha,
shcho z pohmillya mriye.

Za berehamy smutku,
de lyahla vidvichna nich zelena,
za simoma verhamy i
simoma moryamy v krai tayemnyi
mayestatychno shodyat buivoly chervoni
na pidzemni levady,
de zasyaye yim umerle sonce –
dysk z ebenu...

Proshchalnym spivom spalahnuvshy,
hasnu nache sonna hmara,
tanky divchat prykryye paporot,
nemov zemli dolonya.
Vertayutsya z uzhir’yiv tyshi dyvni
horovody i klonyat oblychchya z midi
pid buketamy vechirnoho pozaru.