Zlyva
S'ohodni
Cholodna
Nich
Nastane
Yak zavzdy.
A ya odyn, sumnyi.
Lezu y dyvlyusya, yak padaye doshch,
Vin yak moyi slozy, – kapaye.

Znayty shlyachy, do pochuttiv. Viddaty te, shcho sam chotiv.
Ne tak vze y lehko, dlya lyudyny, shcho zyve v vostannye.
Vidkryvayesh ochi y dumayesh: "Yty kudys', chy zalyshytys' tut?"
Kurysh cyharku, p’yesh portveyn, i ydesh z zyttya.

Ce miy shlyach, neskinchennyi v nikudy.
Ce ye miy shlyach.
Ce miy shlyach, nemaye shcho vtrachaty.
Ce ye miy shlyach. Ya prosto ydu.

Chy pochaty vse spochatku?! Prydumaty sobi nove im’ya?!
Shche odyn raz, ne mayuchy shans prozyty choch tyzden.
Ya schovayus' u korobci z dereva.
Ya schovayus', y nichto ne shukatyme mene...
...Nikomu ce ne potribno... toz, nichto y ne znayde.
...Ce nikomu ne potribno...

Ce miy shlyach, neskinchennyi v nikudy.
Ce ye miy shlyach.
Ce miy shlyach, nemaye shcho vtrachaty.
Ce ye miy shlyach. Ya prosto ydu.