Brate miy, vovche,
Sestro kalyno,
Ot i po nas
Zapadayut' snihy.

Stukayut' v chatu
Z neba i hlyny
Druzi, proydysvity
I vorohy.

Chto nas pochuye,
Chto nas poklyche,
Chto povede
Po ostanniy mezi?

Doty my vilni,
Doky v oblychchya
Svityat' zirky,
Yak svyacheni nozi.

Tym, chto poklykanyi
Dvichi vmyraty,
Dymom doroha
U inshi svity.

My shche pobachymos',
Sestro i brate.
My shche ne mozemo
Prosto pity.