Tilky z neyu

V sirim nebi hmary i tuha,
V bilyh putah dumy i ruky.
Nepochatist – ryba v bereh
Kryk nimyi hovaye v skelyah.
Rozkuiovdzene volossya,
i myli ochi bil prynosyat.
Vkryite z htos ci rvani rany
Pocilunkamy-nytkamy.

Pryspiv:
Ya povernus de ty, de my
Kohayem chas, chekayem bil.
I tane lod, horyat mosty,
Lyshayuchy po sobi sny.

Bosi nohy vshchent rozbyti,
V rusyh kosah v’yanut kvity.
Zahadkovo hynut zori
V maibutti takim prozorim.
Kryhty shchastya ne zhubyla,
Pledom pochuttya nakryla.
Tyhi zmorshky na oblychchi
Znovu yak ranishe klychut.

Pryspiv