Spala pryroda
Pid kovdroyu biloyu,
Snylos yii more
Naskriz prozore,
Dno ioho yasno-zelene,
Chvyli chy hmary nad nym.
Snylys yii nochi
V serpankah sriblyastyh,
Zir tyhosyaini lampady,
Kryky ptashechi, zithannya,
Shelest shovkovyh stepiv.
Os vony stelyatsya,
Stelyatsya, stelyatsya.
Spala pryroda,
A z neba Miroshnyk,
Ruky prostyahshy nad neyu,
Siyav iz hmary muku...
Viter
Chrystos rodyvsya
Oi ne kvitny, vesno
Kozak vid’yizdzaye...
Vorone chornyi
Ne pospishai, dusha moya, cherstvity
Snih v hayu
Chuyesh zibralysya znov
Chto tak tyho pryishov
Sonce na obriyi
Mandry
Rannoyu zoreyu
Tyho Dunai vodu nese
Vesnyanka
ishla Marusya
Oi chyya to ruta-myata
Oi verbo, verbo
Ukrayina. Traven. 1861 rik. Shevchenkovi
Oi hai, maty
Na horodi verba ryasna
V zelenu subotu
Oi v lisku, lisku
V yarmah tuhy
Probuditsya orly syzi
Kolyskova
Ity shche dovho
Vin vnochi pryletyt
Zovtyi pisok
Shche v polon ne braly todi
Mariyechko, pani
Letyat halochky
Luhovaya zozulya