Tak, niby pomerlo shchos' u travi.
Tak, niby vesna zymoyu stala.
Tak, niby-to, lito doshchove.
Strashenno doshchove.

Vpala sloza na pelyustku troyandy,
Narcys perestav kochaty sebe,
Fialky vtratyly sviy kolir chystoty.

A dereva z toho chasu
Bilshche nikoly ne cvily,
Bo sumno bulo yim,
Shcho sonce vbylo cvirkuna.