Lyubov i serce moye

Ce te, vid choho nemozlyvo zahystytys,
Sluhai...

My z vamy raneni strilamy amuriv,
My ye sturbovani, yakshcho nikoly ne zabudemo,
My, yak Ikary, vysoko zletily
I vtrachene kohannya nam zlamalo kryla.

My ye soldaty armiyi ljubovi,
Chystoyi, shlyahetnoyi, vid yakoyi bahato bolju,
Moye serce rozirvane na shmatky,
Yake rozumiye zyttya tryvaye i treba dali ity.

Ce nasha ahillesova p’yata,
Ce te, shcho ne znykaye bez slidu,
Nehai ce zalyshytsya nezrozumilym,
Nehai Batko nam poverne syly.

Ya chasto sam sobi zadayu pytannya
Chy perezyvav ya koly-nebud po-spravznomu kohannya?
Chy moze vsi moyi ziznannya – samoperekonannya
I vse, shcho treba, ce chekannya?

Ne tu yedynu i nezminnu, yaka stvorena dlya mene,
Yaka bude shchaslyva, koly ya budu bilya neyi,
Yaka ne bude dorikaty, a pryimayuchy ljubyty,
Z yakoyu prozyvem zyttya i dosyahnemo mriyi.

O, de ty polovynka zahublena u chasi?
Navishcho meni htos, yakshcho dlya mene stvorenyi yanhol
I ya viryu, ya radiyu, mynule zhadayu,
Te, shcho kazav ya ranishe, zaraz usmishku vyklykaye.

I ya vsih zaklykayu zupynytys, pomirkuvaty,
Zrozumity, shcho vazlyve, a shcho prosto prymara,
Boze, shcho ye ljubov, a shcho prosto prymara?

Ce te, vid choho nemozlyvo zahystytys,
Shcho pryhode neprohanym v nashe zyttya,
Mabut, my prosto stvoreni, shchob kohaty,
Mabut, my prosto stvoreni, shchob ljubyty.