Cvirkun

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

Vpala sloza na peljustku troyandy,
Narcys perestav kohaty sebe,
Fialky vtratyly svii kolir chystoty.

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