Oi nema toho

Rozbudy mene tyhoyu pisneyu,
Pocilui vustamy haryachymy.
A to slozy moyi staly prisnymy,
Ta zinyci staly nezryachymy.
Moye sonce shovalos za hmaramy,
Moye nebo farbuyetsya mryakoyu.
Serce b’yetsya hluhymy udaramy,
Nache htos po zemli – hillyakoyu.
My kolys buly svitloyu syloyu,
Voyuvaly z teminnyu hvoroyu.
Tilky syla nam stala nemyloyu –
Zaminyly sylu pokoroyu.
Ridnu zemlju spovyly tumanamy,
Okrutyly pidstupnymy charamy.
Starshi vichno zyvut omanamy,
A molodshi rostut yanycharamy.

Oi nema toho na seli,
Shcho u Halochky na stoli,
Oi ye shcho yisty, oi ye shcho pyty,
Ye i komu pryprosyty.

Chto vony – ti, shcho vchora bratalysya?
Ti, shcho vchora horily, – de vony?
Kudy znykly? Shcho z nymy stalosya?
Ta yaki yih skrutyly demony?
Kozen maryt efektom vidsutnosti,
Unykayuchy vidpovidalnosti,
I, pytayuchy pravdy v pidstupnosti,
Vybyraye prestyzni specialnosti.
Viddilyaye sebe vid korenya,
Vidryvaye sebe vid ridnoho.
Prapor svii pofarbuye kolorom,
U yakyi farbuvaty vyhidno.
Krov ne tochytsya svizymy ranamy,
Duh potuh za muramy-hratamy.
Postavaly usi veteranamy,
Choch ne vstyhly pobuty soldatamy.

V neyi nenechka starenka,
Yak holubochka syvenka,
Po hati hode, mysochky nose,
Nas do obidu prose.

Zalyshylysya znov, nache syroty,
Pry dorozi, yakoyu ne hodzeno.
Chiba mozna v svoye ne viryty?
Chiba z nas takymy narodzeno?
Zaplitayemo slova u rechennya
Tak, shcho zmistu shukaty daremno.
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V neyi batenka nemaye,
Dyadko za batka vpravlyaye,
Po hati hode, plyashechky nose,
Nas do horilky prose.