Chorni kryla zemlyu nakryly,
Na den cholodnyi vpala rosa.
Chomu z dolya moya nemyla,
Chom zorstoka y cholodna krasa?
Obrizu kosy. Vpadu na rosy,
I podaruyu tilo vohnyu.
Sonce haryache, chom ty ne plachesh?
Chom ne ryatuyesh svoyu donyu?

Pryspiv:
Kam’yani plyty kymos' rozbyti,
Vohon haryachyi zertvu pryinyav.
Shchezlo bahattya, znyklo proklyattya,
Chorne kaminnya chtos' pozbyrav.

Misyacyu, brate, dosyt' vze spaty,
Vyidy na nebo y zori zbery.
Ne budu spaty, budu spivaty.
Budu chekaty nichnoyi pory.
Popil miy chornyi zemlyu zasiyav,
Vyrosly z noho dity mali,
Viter ditey cych po svitu rozviyav,
Dosi blukayut' vony po zemli.

Pryspiv

A yak sonce na zemlyu syade,
Nad horamy misyac' ziyde,
Dity moyi na zemlyu vpadut'
I proklyattya zhadayut' moye.
Ne vidkryvayte zaplyushcheni ochi,
Ne vidkryvayte ochi svoyi,
Shchoby proklyattya, shcho pohorilo,
Ne narodylosya znov na zemli.

Pryspiv