Chuty nikoho, prozorist' navkolo,
Ale chtos' na sopilci hraye,
Nemov u tanok zaklykaye.
Shchaslyvi divochi spivy
Z usich bokiv otochyly.
Krasu vidchuvayesh, zachoplenyi zvukom.
Zach peredbachayesh sercevym stukom.
Bazannya pobachyty, zustrichi strach.
Nad shchastyam pisni lita smerti ptach.
Sum kolysaye, tomu shcho nikoly
Vze ne pobachyt' strichky shovkovi.
Nesut' dumku smerti,
A strach poryad z nymy.
Ye vyshchyi, sylnishyi
I tyshi virnyi.
Zdavalos', shcho son.
Lyakaye, shcho pravda.
Kazky stohin,
I slozy porada.