Solov’yiniyi svyata

Hraf chornyi voron dzvinkyh solov’yiv
Zlitaites, posluhaimo pisenky vashi,
Spivaite hovirniyi, kruky moyi,
Yak zdobych kljuyut to lysh kryachut ta kryachut.

Iz svitlyh dibrov i ptashynyh stepiv
Moyi soloveiky na svyato zlitalys,
A kruky vze zlo potyraly krylmy
I tonki yih kihti latalys.

I chornoyi Halychi ljutaya rat
Davala nakazy spivcyam siromakam,
Shchob chornomu voronu slavu spivat,
Bo nibyto voron cei – batko vsim ptaham.

A ptahy spivaly pro sonce yasne,
Pro pisnyamy vmytyi cei svit solov’yinyi.
Yakyi tam shche voron – proide, promaine,
A svyato pryrody ne shchezne, ne zhyne,
Ne shchezne, ne zhyne!..

Chornaya Halych opislya cyh sliv
Nakynula sit na spivocheye pole
I znyshchyly kruky krylatyh spivciv
Ta i voronu ochi vid polya viddaly.

Zalyshylys zyty, spivaty lysh ti,
O krukam svit siti cvirinkav ossanu,
Shchoby koznom krokom v nikchemnim zytti
Dushyt solov’yine v voronyachim stani
V voronyachim stani...

Pomer staryi voron, rozbihlasya rat,
Vze viter voronyache pir’ya rozviyav,
A ti hto za zradu lyshylys spivat,
Spivaly lysh te, shcho kazaly zlodiyi.

Tam zymu zlovisnu po hnizdah v chuzyni
Zrostaly i vyishly u svit solov’yata,
Shchob znov ozyvyt solov’yini pisni,
Shchoby znovu zyly solov’yiniyi svyata!
Solov’yiniyi svyata, solov’yiniyi svyata!..