Sered mista

Sered mista, de budynky-skeli,
Ya samotnii, mov korol pusteli.
I z nadiyeyu kohos zustrity
Noshu z soboyu kvity.

Ya zustrinu tebe sered nochi, chuyesh?
U rukah moyih palayut kvity, hochesh?
Zabery sobi yih hochesh, chuyesh?
Chy hochesh nebo pidpalyty?

Ci chervoni kvity tak hotily zyty,
I vony znaishly svii dim
U bahryanii tvani polum’ya bazannya
Nazavzdy spalylo dim
I usih, hto buly v nim.

Chuyesh, yak tremtyt haryache tilo?
Vse choho nezal, vohnem zhorilo,
Ale doky ye chomu hority,
Ne ziv’yanut moyi kvity!