Nyavka

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