Ne shkoduite dlya kohanyh...

Zori syni v neba hronah,
Cvit rankovyi na rilli.
V solov’yinyh peredzvonah
Vse rozkvitlo na zemli.

Zyto povnytsya krasoyu,
Nalyvayetsya zyttyam,
I smiyetsya nad rikoyu
Traven skupanym dytyam.

Tam, de nich zvablyva v’yane,
Holosnyi ptashynyi spiv.
Ne shkoduite dlya kohanyh
Naimylishyh perliv-sliv.

Zori zblyaknut u svitannyah,
Shcheznut, yak shchezayut sny,
Ta zalyshytsya kohannya –
Pisnya shchedroyi vesny!