Hey, ty, pole, moye pole, ty choho ce potemnilo?
Choho zelen pochornila, a same ty zanimilo?
Oy, hvaltuvaly, rozdyraly, volochyly, holosyly.
Rusi kosy rozpleteni viter smykaye shchosyly.

Chorni roty bezzubiyi tycho do nebes volayut':
Vyidy, mamo, podyvysya, yak synochka ubyvayut'!
Oy, bole syzyi, bat'ku nashyi, choho v nebi ne litayesh?
Rozzyriv tak, shcho y ne zletysh, tilky oy sydysh dovbayesh...

Oy, zemle nasha, proklyataya, chto zodyahne, toy rozzuye...
I lyshe krycya, cholodna y hostra, nas vid kata poryatuye