Dorohy

Zaskryplyat poyizdy iz vokzaliv zaplakanyh,
Z manuskryptu nebes obirvetsya pechat.
Doky viter zene snihuriv perelyakanyh,
Doty z sribnyh storich, nashi kedry movchat.
A dorohy, dorohy skoryayutsya doroho,
Moze ye des kotras, bez rozluk, bez rozluk.
Chai zastyhne na skli vichnyi pomah – do skoroho,
I metnetsya zemlya pid kolesovyi stuk.

I koly vyshyna zuravlynymy klynamy,
Vpershe skotytsya vnyz na letyuchi kushchi.
Tyho stanesh doshchem i zapahnesh kalynamy,
I pidesh zvidtilya, tak, yak hodyat doshchi.
A dorohy, dorohy skoryayutsya doroho,
Moze ye des kotras, bez rozluk, bez rozluk.
Chai zastyhne na skli vichnyi pomah – do skoroho,
I metnetsya zemlya pid kolesovyi stuk.

A dorohy, dorohy skoryayutsya doroho,
Moze ye des kotras, bez rozluk, bez rozluk.
Chai zastyhne na skli vichnyi pomah – do skoroho,
I metnetsya zemlya pid kolesovyi stuk.