Viyut vitry, viyut buini [3]

Viyut vitry, viyut buini
Az dereva hnutsya;
Ah, yak bolyt moye serce
Sami slezy llyutsya.

Trachu lita v ljutim horyu
I kincya ne bachu;
Lyshen sercyu lehshe stane
Yak nyshkom poplachu.

Sut shche ljudy, shcho i moyii
Zavyduyut doly;
Chy shchaslyva z ta bylynka,
Shcho roste u poly?

Shcho u poly na pisochku,
Bez rosy na soncy,
Tyazko zyty bez myloho
I v svoyii storonci.

Bez myloho shchastya nema,
Staye svit tyurmoyu;
Bez myloho doli nema,
Nema i spokoyu.

De ty, mylyi chornobryvyi,
De ty? – vidizvysya!
Ya bez tebe vse horyuyu,
Pryidy, podyvysya!

Poletila b ya do tebe,
Ta krylec ne mayu;
Sohnu, chahnu ya bez tebe,
Vsyak den umyrayu.