Bachysh, u nebi blukayut' zirky,
Nachebto ochi sriblyastych ptachiv,
Z vitrom plyvut' v maybutni chasy
Mriyi ta sny...

Viter u skronyach, u serci lyubov,
Nebo trymaye v dolonyach pechal,
Padayut' siri asfalty pustel,
Slozy – kryshtal...

Vershnyky honyat' u nebo koney,
Chmary chovayut' za obriyem den,
Sonce svityt' v ochach u ditey,
Sonce pustel...

Bachysh, u nebi blukayut' zirky,
Nachebto ochi sriblyastych ptachiv,
Ne vidshukaty lyshe na zemli
Slid teplych kryl...

Tini tancyuyut' na lezach vohnyu
Tanok metelykiv – tanok zyttya,
V krylach litayuchoho korablyu
Brud i hillya...

Chuyesh, des' tam, de tamtamy viyny,
Plachut' hitary vesny i lyubovi,
V nebi plachut', de vitry i zori,
V nebi morya, v mori neba... (2)