Polamani dereva
I pohlyad tviy takyi,
Nenache vbyty chochesh,
Yurba krychyt': "Ubyi!"

Pryspiv:
Katastrofa na zemli,
Katastrofa u dushi,
I na nebi katastrofa –
Dobri lyudy, hop! Do kupy,
Bo bida shche bilsha bude!

Noy plavav okeanom
Az sorok, sorok dniv,
A nas shtormyt' vze sorok,
Vze sorok tysyach lit.

Pryspiv

Vbyvaly palycyamy
I rizaly nozamy,
V potylyci strilyaly,
U spyny, u vysky.

Pryspiv

Teper strilyayut' v dushu –
Ya boronytys' mushu
I v unison z yurboyu
Krychu: "Ubyi, ubyi!"

Pryspiv