Choven

Choven plyve ta hvyli zdiimaye,
B’yuchy vitryla v zadumlyvu nich.
Zori u nebi rahuye kermanych,
Misyac-nubiyec u nebi horyt.

Kozak mirkuye ta ne sumuye,
V ljulci veselyi duhm’yanyi tyutyun.
Z neba u more padayut zori,
V serci benteznyi radisnyi strum.

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Du-du-du-du-du-du-u...

Na vydnokoli – syvi topoli,
Viter u poli kolyshe kovyl.
Shabli i naboyi, kaidany i pistoli
Chai hynut u mori, mov smutok i bil.

Choven plyve do synoho rayu,
Vreshti lyshayuchy zemlju chuzu.
Varty vorozi mov viter mynaye,
V synomu nebi mandruye...

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