Meza

Mov koljuchi stari storozi,
Tyhi slyvy stoyat na mezi.
Yih plody v bur’yani ta u derni,
Niby ochi rusalok ozerni.
Koly ya dobizu do mezi,
Zavernit, storozi, pomozit.

Ale ty nad mezeyu letysh,
Ronysh tin zi slyvovyh uzvysh.
Ty vtikayesh, yak vechir u nich,
Kryla kron shelestyat zusebich.
Ta odna lysh ruhoma, yak niz,
Ta meza, shcho nemaye strashnish.

Tilky svitlo proime nebesa,
Znovu vitamy slyv navysa
Nad toboyu dopytlyvyi zir,
Mov zinyci prymruzenyh zir.
Ty blahalno vdyvlyayeshsya v vys
Shelestinnyamy slyv opovyvs.