Mertva chorna voda
Shche spyt' pid tovshcheyu kryhy,
Blide cholodne sonce
Shche ne daruye teplo.

Viter,
Shcho prynosyt' z soboyu
Cholodnyi zapach vesny,
Neshchadno kydaye v nebo
Chorne hillya,
Take ponure,
Lamke
Pryhynaye yoho
Do potemniloho taloho snihu.

Shche odyn obert
Vichnoho kolesa,
Shche odna zhraya ptachiv
Vertayet'sya na pivnich,
Shche odnoho zyttya
Podych.