Akaciya

Hai toi vesnyanyi bryniv solov’yamy,
Homin u misti zasnulomu zhas.
Biloi akaciyi hrona duhmyani
Dosvitu zvodyly z rozumu nas.

Vse bulo vmyte travnevymy zlyvamy,
Zori blyshchaly u chornii vodi.
Boze, yakymy buly my shchaslyvymy,
Boze, yaki z my buly molodi.

V chas, koly viter volaye nestyamnyi,
Slozy daremno u temryavi llyu.
Biloi akaciyi hrona duhmyani
Ne povernuty, mov yunist moyu.