Pidnimy kryla

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

Pidnimy svoyi kryla,
Polety u te misto,
De hovaly nas zlyvy,
A my soncya hotily...

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

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