Vbyite mene, ne Vitchyznu lyshen,
Chuyet'sya y dosi shche holos Reytanu,
Spalena soncem, omyta doshchem,
Vichno slozamy prosolena rana.

Skazesh – derzava – i znov zabolyt',
Vichno u pokrytkach, vichno propashcha,
Chom sered nas na maydani stoyit'
Tilo posichene z chashchiv v Tarashchi?..

Inshe otruyene vze promovlya:
Horu vzyaly my razom nad brechneyu,
Ta vid brechni bozevoliyu ya,
Vsi na maydan, ale kozen z svoyeyu.

Vsi za ideyu i vsi ne berut',
Mayze svyati i u vsich chysti ruky,
Vsi spovidayut'sya holosom Krut
I kozen raz zaklykayut' do zluky.

Chto z bahatiye? A chto z prodaye?
Ti, shcho sebe vze pidstrelyly dvichi?
Chom ce tomu znovu y znovu vstaye
Obezholovlene viche-end-viche?..

Ochi senatory zychut' v Sirka,
Yim ya dyvytysya v ochi ne stanu,
Chay bude pravda do bolyu hirka,
Ale navchimosya chesti v Reytana!