Koleso

Vesna – za zymoyu, lito – za vesnoyu,
Ya – za batkom, mii syn – za mnoyu.
Bytymy shlyahamy, kruchamy-yaramy
Prolyahla doroha vid zemli – do Boha.
Radoshchamy, bidamy, holodom, obidamy,
Rankovoyu rosoyu, divochoyu krasoyu.
Po dushi ljudskii, suyeti myrskii,
Po rukah kryvavyh...
Zyttya kotytsya kolesom.

Braly rukamy svyatist ta posmihalys v ochi,
Yak rozhubyly yakist, v kilkist skladaly nochi,
Bihly do soncya dity, povyrostaly shvydko,
Zarosly ternyam kvity...
My zahubyly Slovo, nashi zmilily riky,
My zabuvayem movu, psuyemo krov naviky,
Na zahid idem mistamy, zemlju svoyu lyshayem,
Chy to na dovho z namy radist u chuzim krayu?
A v svoyim ridnim krayu bil rozryvaye dushu,
Ya vse viddam, shcho mayu, i vse zroblju, shcho mushu.
V tim tvoya slava, i tvoye proklyattya,
Chuza derzava, ridne bahattya...

Po baiduzosti
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Po slovah ljubovi ta po zradah
Zyttya kotytsya kolesom,
Po molytvah ta po proklonah
Zyttya kotytsya kolesom,
Zyttya kotytsya kolesom...

Po materynskyh slozah ta rukah
Zyttya kotytsya kolesom,
Po staryh ta novyh bohah
Zyttya kotytsya kolesom,
Cherez mriyi moyi ta rozpach
Zyttya kotytsya kolesom,
Zyttya kotytsya kolesom...