A moze tak ne treba, chy varto zupynytys' na myt' abo zaplyushchyty ochi ta vnyz ne dyvytys'
Ne chochu staty ya siroyu tinnyu bezmovnoyu z cholodnymy stinamy dumkamy dilytys'
Do samoyi prirvy, do zhubnoho krayu stupayu, nohamy miryayu strach
Ta ya shche ne pevnyi, chy znovu poviryu slovam, shcho tremtyat' na hubach:

Zupyny chas. Skilky lyshylosya nam?
Prozeny bil. Znovu miz namy stina...

Zachyneni dveri, zastyh pohlyad na steli, tak dyvno, yak lunko hodynnykom tikaye puls
I ne tak vze y cikavo, shcho stane vidteper, i ne vazlyvo ne skilky chy vpadu abo zirvus'
Do samoyi prirvy, do zhubnoho krayu stupayu, nohamy miryayu strach
Ta ya shche ne pevnyi, chy znovu poviryu slovam, shcho tremtyat' na hubach:

Zupyny chas. Skilky lyshylosya nam?
Prozeny bil. Znovu miz namy stina...

Miy bil stane stinoyu, sprobuy rozbyty, yakshcho ye syly
Ne zupynyly, chas tikaye, shche blyzche do prirvy, a my ne zminyly nichoho,
Lyshylasya krychta ostannya do zhubnoho krayu, ne viryu, ne znayu...
I dali stupayu, na zal, ne pomichayuchy sensu, nache zhasayu.