Artist: Volodymyr Shynkaruk
Lyrics and music author: Володимир Шинкарук |
Vchora zustrich – teper proshchannya,
Vchora zymno – a nyni speka.
Toy buv pershym – teper ostanniy,
Toy buv poruch – teper daleko.
Toy do shchastya namiryav kroky,
Nu, a vyishlo, shcho – do mohyly.
Toy svityv, ta pohas do stroku.
Toy palav, a toho spalyly.
Pryspiv:
Tak bulo
Z naydavnishych lit,
Minyayut'sya lyudy,
Minyayet'sya svit. (ves' kuplet – 2)
Toy u nebi vpiymav udachu,
A nazavtra stav znovu bosym.
Toy smiyavsya, a nyni – plache.
Toy davav, a s'ohodni – prosyt'.
Toy dolav naykrutishi pidyomy,
Ta yoho zalyshyly syly.
Toy buv druhom, a stav znayomym,
Toy litav, a teper – bezkrylyi.
Pryspiv
I lita nazad ne vertayut',
Yak ne sumno, i yak ne hirko.
Ya minyayus', mene minyayut',
Chy to v krashchyi bik, chy to v hirshyi.
Ya minyayus' razom zi svitom
I smiyus', i plachu doschochu,
P’yu prozoryi vesnyanyi viter,
Hublyu dni, a znachodzu nochi.
Pryspiv
Shche daleko ity do krayu,
Ya u neba proshu nesmilo:
"Chay dusha moya ne pomyraye
Ranish, niz pomre moye tilo!" (ves' kuplet – 2)