De splyat' u mohylach didy-kozaky,
De misyac' hulyaye nad stepom shyrokym,
Tam chuyet'sya marevom podych hlybokyi,
Z Velykoho luhu tam viyut' duchmyani vitry.

To Kuz'ma ta Dem’yan – Boziyi kovali,
Kolys' v davnynu pryv’yazaly do pluhu
Zmiyuku velyku ta y zoraly po luhu,
Do Chornoho morya poryly richky ta balky.

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Viter dme, travy hne... (3)
Viter dme, hey...

Do zachodu soncya porubanyi shlyach,
Shcho bulo kolys', to teper pozabuto,
Movchyt' Volopas, to tak maye buty,
Dusha zahubylasya des' v bur’yanach.

Ne treba shukat' zacharovanyi skarb,
Shche chas ne pryishov, shchob vin davsya u ruky,
Pidnyaty kryla ta y na chayci za vitrom chkurnuty,
Shcho za dumu mychyt' nimyi bozevilnyi kobzar?..

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