Rozbytych mriy
Ne povernuty.
Nastanuv chas zurby i smuty...

Ce anhel miy
Stomyvsya hrity
Yiyi dushi ziv’yali kvity.

V serdec' odvichniy borot'bi
Kochannya sprychynyaye bil.
Chy maye znachennya zyttya,
Yakshcho zahynut' pochuttya?..

Splyvaye chas,
Mynayut' roky...
Nabrydlo. Chochu vichnyi spokiy.

Nemaye nas...
Ye lysh samotnist',
Shcho chvoroyi zadaye ploti.

Chy dushu promayne zurba,
Yakshcho ne budesh ty moya?
Ce temna, bolisna doba.
Pochuy, yak hirko plachu ya...

Nenavydzu kochannya,
Shcho dushu stavyt' pid udar,
Pidsylyuye strazdannya
U sviti vichnych temnych chmar.

Nenavydzu nadiyu,
Shcho v dushu vstromlyuye sviy niz,
Shcho sercem volodiye
V toy chas yak dolya tverdyt' "riz!".