ishov strilec u chuzynu

ishov strilec u chuzynu,
Pokydav divchynu,
Bil davyv zbolilu hrud:
"Ah, proshchai, kohana,
i hoch u serci rana,
Ty zabud mene, zabud..!"

Divchyna banuye,
Plache ta nudhuye:
"Mylyi, de ty, ah, verny!"
Mylyi na muravi,
Stoptanii kryvavii,
iomu snyatsya raiski sny.

Viter polem honyt,
Verba lystya ronyt,
Na mohylku lyst pade...
Plache stara maty,
Vklala donyu spaty:
"Donyu, synu, de vy, de?"