Zakryvayu oblychchya
I ne bachu nichoho
Lyshe shorochy vitru,
Shcho chuyu i znovu.
Povertayus' tudy,
De pochmuri nadiyi
Vidlitayut' u nebo,
De bezbarvni ye mriyi.

Pidnimy svoyi kryla,
Polety u te misto,
De chovaly nas zlyvy,
A my soncya chotily...

Zalyshayusya ya
Sam na sam iz soboyu,
Vidchuvayu buttya
Yak teche techiyeyu.
Ya tak chochu, shchob viter
Mih chmary prohnaty,
Shchoby spohady vresht
Mohly meni spokiy daty.

Pidnimy svoyi kryla,
Polety u te misto,
De chovaly nas zlyvy,
A my soncya chotily.
Podyvysya u nebo,
Tam, de zori svityly,
Nam dorohy nema vze –
Vsi slidy doshchi zmyly... (2)