Abzac

1.
Yakshcho ty hochesh sydity i kovtaty
I zreshtoyu maty dyyavola v kysheni,
Yakshcho hochesh, shchob mriyi hovaly,
To shvydshe zlitai na raketi zelenii.
Skazit meni, chy ce pravda,
Shcho ranishe tut buv cholovik?
Ya bachu lysh chornu dirku.
Krashche shovayus u zatinku povik.

2.
Yakshcho prahnesh ty buty derevom,
Bez zalju i bez bazan, –
Zaryi sebe hlybshe u m’yaku zemlju,
Hlyady yak zrostaye tvoya hilchana hran.
Ya znayu, shcho koly nedilya –
Ce chas dlya neyi i dlya tebe.
Ale sohodni den polyvky
Dereva v apartamentah neba.