Ya vchora potrapyv na nebo

Pryspiv:
Ya vchora potrapyv na nebo,
I pobachyv, yak padaye doshch,
Yak syple holodnymy kraplyamy
Na dzerkala brukovanyh ploshch.
Yak viter spivaye romansy
Dlya soten zakohanyh par,
Zaproshuye sonce do tancyu,
Zduvayuchy z shchik ioho zar.

Ya bachyv, yak nebo strazdaye,
Kohayuchy zinku zemnu,
Kydaye na pam’yat pro sebe
Ostannyu usmishku sumnu.

Pryspiv

Zamriyanyi yanhol dyvyvsya
Na syaivo vechirnih zahrav,
Ya spytavsya u noho: "Yak spravy?"
A vin usmihnuvsya i promovchav.

Pryspiv