Stoyit topolya, posered polya,
Pyta u neba: "De moya dolya?
Zozulya v lisi lysh raz kukuye,
Hne viter vity, tez ne zalkuye."
Sumuye pole – plache topolya,
Bo bez kohannya, yaka to dolya?
Ne plach, ridnenka, strunka i vrodlyva.
Pryide i do tebe ljubov krasyva.
Mynut pokosy, pryide kohannya,
Lysh dochekaisya, proshu, svitannya.
Pidut zuravky hostei sklykaty,
Pora osinnya – vesillya hraty.
Vbrana u strichky stoyit topolya,
V seli i leleka bachyt te pole.
Chuty zozulju: spiva, ne zmovkne.
Doshch syple zranku, soloma mokne.
Stoyit topolya zihrita v sonci,
V raduznim syaye chystim vikonci.
Pohoza osin shchastya daruye,
V hayu zozulya – inshym kukuye.