Ya posmihnus tobi kriz slozy – yid!
Bo profil vitru vranishnoho strohyi.
Tvii korabel u havani stoyit,
Hotovyi do dorohy.
A bereh znov pustelnii i nichyi.
A chorna burya rozpustyla kryla.
Ale ya sonce vyshyla vnochi
Na cyh vitrylah.
Ty, moze, ne poverneshsya nazad,
Dalekyi holos tak spivaye tuzno!
Tvoya ljubov – yak dzvin staryh balad –
Hirka i vidchaidushna.
Z tvoyih styhii nemaye vorottya.
Morya shumlyat, i holodno na sviti.
Takyh, yak ty, chekayut vse zyttya
Zarady myti.
Vesnyanyi viter zustrichei i vtech!
Pokynesh dim. Lyubytymesh chuzynku.
Ty z tyh, kotri ciluyut spershu mech,
A potim – zinku...
Viter
Kozak vid’yizdzaye...
Verny do mene pam’yate moya
Rekrutska
Ya usmihnus tobi
Pam’yaty trydcyaty
Stradalna maty
Chto tak tyho pryishov
Sonce na obriyi
Nekopani krynyci
Oi chyya to ruta-myata
Batkivshchyni
Oi verbo, verbo
A v Ivana
Kolyskova
Probuditsya orly syzi
Koly b my plakaty mohly
Chtos blyzkyi prysnyvsya
Oi poyihav v Moskovshchynu
Misyacyu rohozenku
Oi povishu kolysochku