Vidvertist

Pocilunky loskochut huby,
Vid rozluky syviye krov,
Ya znaidu, ale znov zahublju,
Zahubyvshy, shukayu znov.

Ya likuyu v dushi zastudu
I vykachuyu perelyak...
Pryhadayu – i znov zabudu –
Ne zminyty coho niyak...

Pryspiv:
Pobazayu sobi udachi,
Kelyh doli dop’yu do dna,
Yakshcho osin doshchem zaplache –
Zasmiyetsya doshchem vesna!

Ya rozhrystanyi, ya upertyi,
Ne dovedenyi do puttya,
Ya – i kat, i vodnochas – zertva,
I pidsudnyi ya, i suddya.
Viryu v te, shcho ostannya osin
Podaruye shchaslyvi dni.
Chtos skladaye v panchohu hroshi,
Ya z skladayu v dushi pisni.

Pryspiv

Ya shche i dosi blukayu svitom,
Do zymy uze pidiishov...
Yakshcho budut mene sudyty,
To lyshe za moyu ljubov.
Polamayu zalizni hraty,
I do tebe vernusya znov,
Yakshcho budut mene proshchaty,
To lyshe za moyu ljubov.

Pryspiv (2)

Yakshcho osin doshchem zaplache –
Zasmiyetsya doshchem vesna!