29 sichnya

Odnoho tumanoho ranku,
Koly sonce shodyt tak povoli,
Pislya bytvy pid Krutamy
Vmyrav yiyi molodshyi syn,
Muzno, yak voyin.
Kriz slozy vona
i sohodni chuye ioho holos.

Ma, yakshcho b prozyty znov zyttya,
Yakshcho b mii shlyah ne mav kincya,
Yakshcho b vohon ne has v sercyah,
To ya, to ya b use viddav lyshe,
Shchob obiinyaty znov tebe.

Ostannya posmishka polynula
Ta zastyhla na ioho oblychchi,
Zyttya promainulo v
Odnu myt pered ochyma.
Nemov u dytynstvi ioho
Torknulysya ruky materi,
I u svoyi ostani hvylyny
Vin pochuv yiyi plach.

Mii syn, yakshcho b vernuty chas nazad,
Yakshcho b ne slozy na ochah,
Yakshcho b zdolaty svii strah,
To ya, ya b viddala use lyshe,
Shchob obiinyaty znov tebe.

Yakshcho b vernuty chas nazad,
Yakshcho b ne slozy na ochah,
Yakshcho b zdolaty svii strah,
Yakshcho b prozyty znov zyttya,
Yakshcho b mii shlyah ne mav kincya,
Yakshcho b vohon ne has v sercyah.
Nehai, stotysyach rokiv proide shche,
Shchob obiinyaty znov tebe.