Miy lycaryu, zakovanyi v bronyu,
Miy mechnyku, nasupleno suvoryi,
Miy Hamlete, u temni Elsinory,
Svoyim buttyam do tebe ya dzvenyu.
To son, to vse omana, to – mana.
Zyhzyceyu volayu nad toboyu,
Prokynsya choch razochok ne dlya boyu.
Ta shcho z tobi: shcho ranok, to viyna.

Nichto shche svit ne vypravyv mechem,
Nichto yoho shche ne ochystyv krov’yu,
Davay yoho vryatuyemo lyubov’yu,
Ty zrodu ne vtikav shche, to vtechemo,
Vtechemo svit za ochi, bozna de,
Aby lysh tam bula svyata zemlya shche,
A te, shcho kynesh ty napryzvolyashche,
Vono ye vichne, to z ne propade.

Miy Fauste. spyny shalenyi chas,
Ne bud' tak nedotorkanno pochmuryi,
Ty miy Amur, Femida i Merkuriy,
Nechay tam dilyat' svit sobi bez nas.
Miy lycaryu, zakovanyi v bronyu,
Svoyu bronyu nayvazche podolaty,
Ta vse darma, mov u porozni laty
Ya ptachoyu zamerzloyu dzvonyu...