Chtos' blyz'kyi-blyz'kyi prysnyvsya
Chtos' prychodyv unochi,
Chtos' rydav i tycho byvsya
Na moyim plechi.

Ne zhadayu sliv tremtyachych,
Choch yich zar peche,
I v slozach yoho haryachych
Vse moye pleche...

Chto z ty, duchu, brate ridnyyi?
Moze, vik shukav
Po svitach mene ty, bidnyi?
I vvi sni spitkav...

Chtos' blyz'kyi blyz'kyi prysnyvsya,
Chtos' prychodyv unochi,
Chtos' rydav i tycho byvsya
Na moyim plechi.