De splyat u mohylah didy-kozaky,
De misyac hulyaye nad stepom shyrokym,
Tam chuyetsya marevom podyh hlybokyi,
Z Velykoho luhu tam viyut duhmyani vitry.
To Kuzma ta Dem’yan – Boziyi kovali,
Kolys v davnynu pryv’yazaly do pluhu
Zmiyuku velyku ta i zoraly po luhu,
Do Chornoho morya poryly richky ta balky.
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Viter dme, travy hne... (3)
Viter dme, hei...
Do zahodu soncya porubanyi shlyah,
Shcho bulo kolys, to teper pozabuto,
Movchyt Volopas, to tak maye buty,
Dusha zahubylasya des v bur’yanah.
Ne treba shukat zacharovanyi skarb,
Shche chas ne pryishov, shchob vin davsya u ruky,
Pidnyaty kryla ta i na chaici za vitrom chkurnuty,
Shcho za dumu mychyt nimyi bozevilnyi kobzar?..
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