Smahlyavka

Ochi, nache zori v temnu nichku,
Svityat shchastyam, podyvom horyat.
Obramlya cholo yaskrava strichka,
Mov strumok, slova moyi brynyat.

Moyi kosy sribnoho serpanku,
Ruky nache tepliyi vitry,
Iz lehend karpatskyh na svitanku
V sohodennya ya vviishla v shatry.

Pryspiv:
Ya smahlyavka, divchynonka-mavka,
Sonechko meni smiyetsya vslid,
Stelyt stezku zelen-travka,
I shlyahy daruye meni svit.

Malynovym dzvonom v’yetsya pisnya,
V nii zyve, pulsuye dyvo-cvit.
Tut pereplelys mynule i diisnict,
I pryideshnist prosytsya v polit.

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