V te nezabutnye voloshkove lito
V ochach cvily romashky polovi,
Kochannya rozbuyalosya nad svitom,
Vsmichalysya chmaryny, mov zyvi.

Prymchlyvo-nizne, sonyachne volossya
naskriz' propachlo litom-chebrecem,
I my sered pshenychnoho kolossya
Buly heroyamy shekspirovych poem.

Zyttya vytalo na vysokim zleti,
Cvily troyandy dyvni, charivni,
U yichnich pachoshchach tonula vsya planeta,
A my zhoraly v yichnomu vohni.

V te nezabutnye i ostannye lito
My yshly za obriyi, v zamriyani polya,
I my buly odni u bilim sviti,
Y kochannyam – perepovnena zemlya...