– Oy ty, berezo kucheryavaya,
Chom ty, berezo, ne yasno oy horysh?
– V pechi ya bula, yasno horila,
Svekrukha lykha ohon' zalyla.
Yak ya moloda ne vecheryala,
Bez vecheron'ky spaton'ky oy lyahla.
Zasnula ya son, yak misyats' ziyshov,
Zasnula druhyy, yak mylyy oy pryyshov.
V vikno stukaye, mylu hukaye:
– Chy ty, myla, spysh, a chy tak lezhysh?
– Ya, mylyy, ne splyu, da ya zh tak lezhu,
Pro svoyu sud'bu dumu dumayu.
Both Miklos
Myroslava Vertiuk
Natalka Khomenko
2018-09-17