Spohad

Rozmyta tin solonoyu slozoyu
I ryasno skroplena terpkym vynom;
Vidkvitly nebesa davno hrozoyu,
Dusha vidhirkla dykym polynom.
Cvite cheremha – kytyci pinoyu,
Shcho nakypilo cvitom zacvilo,
Lysh v spohad povertayetsya lunoyu
Lyubovi nashoyi strimkyi proloh.

Rozmyta tin, rozviyani obrazy,
Svitlishaye travneva synyava,
I serce dobyraye v barvo-frazy
Kriz rozdum peresiyani slova.
Cvite cheremha – kytyci pinoyu,
V rozmayi nyni ves blakytnyi svit,
I zaivir v nebi zoloto-strunoyu
Rozhoiduye bezmeznyi nebozvid.

Vze pahne ladanom polyn dostyhlyi,
Solodyt dushu dyka hirkota,
Ale ce inshoyi ljubovi dyvo,
I ce vze insha istyna prosta.
Cvite cheremha – kytyci pinoyu,
Shcho nakypilo cvitom zacvilo,
Lysh v spohad povertayetsya lunoyu
Lyubovi nashoyi strimkyi proloh.