Koshmar

Snyvs meni baladnyi lycar,
U odnii ruci iskrytsya
Hostryi mech – ubyvcha krycya,
A v druhii ruci blyshchyt
Stalevyi shchyt.

Chornyi vershnyk buino lyne
Cherez hory i dolyny,
Cherez riky bystroplynni
Na chervonim skakuni –
Baskim koni.

To ne kin, a chort bezrohyi,
Dobre znaye vsi dorohy.
Bez udyla i bez ostrohy
Mchyt za vitrom udohon,
Nemov ohon.

A z pid kasky v potorochi
To zablysnut yari ochi,
To pohasnut. Sered nochi
Tak spalahuye, zhasa
Rushnyc yasa.

Mov boryvitrovi kryla,
Mov rozip’yati vitryla,
Shcho nehoda zavyhryla,
Plashch na vitri lopotyt,
I tripotyt.

Tors pokazuyuchy hrubyi,
I chobit chudni roztruby.
A u tmi blyskochut zuby,
Mov Hrimnycya vyhrava,
Vsi trydcyat dva.