Taki smilyvi mriyi, taki slova pusti,
A pro diyi krashche pomovchymo.
I vze ziv’yala farba na polotnach maystriv,
Yim na zminu chorno-bile kino.
Ale pryishov toy chas,
Shchob hostryty mechi,
Kynuty vyklyk pit'mi
I rozchynytys' v nochi.

Pryspiv:
Vilni, yak viter,
Na zmylenych konyach mchat'sya u dal
Voyiny svitla,
Zim’yati laty, poshcherblena stal.
I ne odyn zalyshyvsya u rankoviy imli
Vmerty, shchob znov narodytys'
Na hrishniy zemli.

Take vidvazne serce, taka vidvazna krov,
Shcho ne boyit'sya ni mechiv, ani stril,
Ale zminylas' zbroya, toy chas davno proyshov,
Teper tebe znaydut' v optychnyi prycil.
My budemo sylni, koly my razom,
Toz znovu sidlaymo koney
I borimos' zi zlom.