Z popelu

Yihni ochi blukaly pid hmaramy
Nechutlyva zemlya zabuvala yih
Yih slova vze ne stanut tlumachyty
Shepotity zabutymy movamy

Hasly vohnyamy kryky u polum’yi
Zakatovani, ordamy spaleni
Odynokymy kvitamy moroku
Prorostaly v syaivi z popelu

Yih dumky karbuvalys u kameni
Shlyah zyttya obertavsya myttyu
Yih ryady nevynnyh i zradzenyh
Vidlitaly do neba rozmytoho

Pryspiv:
Yihni ochi – v hmarah, yihni dushi – z popelu
Promenysti zori vidlitaly sokolom
Proshyvaly hmary pohlyadom vrazenym
Vidchuvaly zori dotykom spalenym
Zalyshaly tumanu skrapleni zlozy
Na shlyahu do neba z popelu

Krai zemli tam strichayetsya z hmaramy
Vitrom hnanyi poroh shumityme
Vin zahlushyt yih kryky molytvamy
Svitle nebo do nyh hovorytyme:

"Po stezyni rankovoho svitla
Ponesu vashi dushi propaleni
Mertva tin vas zabrala vid svitu
De zyttya – to pole neskinchenne"

Pryspiv