Try lita

Nevelykiyi try lita marno proletily...
I bahato v moyii hati lyha narobyly.
Opustoshyly ubohe serce moye tyhe,
Pohasyly use dobre, zapalyly lyho!

Tyazke lyho, ta ne take, yak tomu durnomu,
Shcho poljubyt, poberetsya, a vona druhomu
Za try shahy prodayetsya, a z ioho smiyetsya...
Ot de lyho, ot de serce razom rozirvetsya!

Otakeye-to zleye lyho i zo mnoyu spitkalos:
Serce ljudy poljubylo i v ljudyah kohalos,
I vony ioho vitaly – hralysya, hvalyly,
A lita tyhenko kralys i slozy sushyly.

Slozy shchyroyi ljubovi, i ya prozrivaty
Stav potrohu, dohlyadayus, bodai ne kazaty!
Kruhom mene, de ne hlyanu – ne ljudy, a zmiyi...
I zasohly moyi slozy, slozy molodiyi...

Dumy moyi, lita moyi, tyazkiyi try lita,
Do koho z vy pryhyletes, moyi zliyi dity?
Ne hylites ni do koho, lyazte doma spaty...
A ya pidu chetvertyi hod novyi zustrichaty...