Nebo u nashyh nih

Dolyny padayut i tulyatsya do nih,
Zvyvayut zavoyi, vidsahuyuchys, hory.
Nash pruznyi krok tverda zemlya dorih
Strichaye stohonom pokory.

Chy z ne pidib’yem, ne zirvemo my
I obrii cei, i hmary ci rozevi?!
I vohkyi viter duzymy hrudmy
Spivaye na moyim mechevi.

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Pryxodyly. Strichaly shanu i strah,
Zdolavshy bahna, pushchi i vertepy.
Prynosyly v prypljushchenyh ochah
Svoye blakytno-zelenave nebo.

My ne zaznaly radosty. Buly
Yih pestoshchi rvuchki i nebudenni.
Zryvalysya. Zbyralysya i ishly.
Yim skriz buly krayi shche bilsh pivdenni.

I dity ci, vony uze teper
Tikayut v hory, nache vovchenyata,
I v nyh pid cholom – synyava ozer,
Nespokii hvyl i dalech neobnyata.