Krayaly nebo siri husy, zvynyayte mamo – ya ne vernuvsya.
Zvynyayte nenyu – lycha nedolya mene lyshyla na c'omu poli.
I zatyahnulo zemlyu tumanamy, lezu posichenyi ya yatahanamy,
A po zalytim krov’yu polyu volochyt' turok vas v nevolyu.

Krayaly nebo siri husy, zvynyayte mamo – ya ne vernuvsya,
Zvynyayte nenyu – kalyna v tuzi, sho vy sadyly na shchastya v luzi.
A tu kalynu hey pidnimaly my, z vorohom lyutym potancyuvaly my,
Ta zalyshyly lysh zneviru, i shche dorohy vazki v Sybiru.

Krayaly nebo siri husy, zvynyayte nenyu – ya ne vernuvsya,
Zvynyayte nenyu – to Boza volya, moya mohyla ne sered polya.
Na niy yalyna uverch zdiymayet'sya, karpats'ke nebo na niy trymayet'sya,
Sonyachnyi promin tam cherez richku, na niy u tini zasvityt' svichku.

Krayaly nebo siri husy, zvynyayte mamo – ya ne vernuvsya,
Lysh ne lomit' z rozpuky ruky, popidrostayut' vashi vnuky.