Zelenyi hai, pahuche pole
V tyurmi prysnylosya meni.
I step shyrokyi, nache more,
I tyhyi sum na chuzyni...
Sadok vyshnevyi kolo haty,
Vechirnya litnyaya pora!...
V hati bula vesela maty,
Pisni spivaly nam divchata.
Lyubyv yiyi i zvav svoyeyu,
Nemov tu ptashechku kohav,
V haiok, v lisok hodyv ya z neyu,
Pisni svoyi yiyi spivav.
Vona zaplakala kriz slozy
I, opustyvshy ochi vnyz,
Nemov shukala po dorozi
Te, shcho zhubyla shche kolys.
Poblidlo lychko, zhasly ochi,
Nadiya vmerla, stan zihnuvs...
I ya zaplakav opivnochi
I, hirko plachuchy, prosnuvs.
Snytsya meni, shcho ya na voli,
Shcho Ukrayina vze vilna,
A misto Kyyiv – vze stolycya!
I... provalylasya Moskva.
Ale prokynuvsya i dyvljusya –
A ya shche dosi u tyurmi...
I sam ne znayu, chy dizdusya
Toho, shcho snylosya meni.