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Smiyutsya, plachut solov’yi
I b’yut pisnyamy v hrudy:
"Cilui, cilui, cilui yiyi –
Znov molodist ne bude!
Ty ne dyvys, shcho bude tam –
Chy zabuttya, chy zrada:
Vesna ide nazustrich vam,
Vesna v sei chas vam rada.
Na ment yedynyi zalyshy
Svii sum, dumky i hore –
I strumin vlasnoyi dushi
Ulyi v shumlyache more.
Lovy letyuchu myt zyttya!
Charuis, hmelii, vpyvaisya
I sered mrii i zabuttya
V rozkoshah zakohaisya.
Pohlyan: usya zemlya tremtyt
V palkyh obiimah nochi,
Lyst kvitci rviino shelestyt,
Travi strumok vorkoche.
Vidbylys zori u vodi,
Letyat do hmar tumany...
Tut llyutsya pahoshchi husti,
Tam hnutsya verby p’yani.
Yak iskra shche v tobi horyt
I zhasnuty ne vspila –
Hory! – zyttya yedyna myt,
Dlya smerti z – vichnist cila.
Chomu z stoyish bez ruhu ty,
Koly vves svit spivaye?
Nalahod struny zoloti:
Benket vesna spravlyaye.
I smilo idy pid dzvin charok
Z vohnem, z pisnyamy v hosti.
Na svyato radisne kvitok,
Kohannya, sniv i mlosti.
Zahyne vse bez vorottya:
Shcho vizme chas, shcho ljudy.
Pohasne v serci bahattya,
I zaholonut hrudy.
I shochesh ty vernut sobi,
Yak Faust, dni mynuli...
Ta znai: nad nas – bohy skupi,
Nad nas – hluhi i nechuli..."
Smiyutsya, plachut solov’yi
I b’yut pisnyamy v hrudy:
"Cilui, cilui, cilui yiyi –
Znov molodist ne bude".
