Chornobyl

Pochuly plach z Chernechoyi hory,
Vidchuly prysmak hirkoho polynu
I, yak chuby, shylyly prapory,
Koly poklaly Ukrayinu v domovynu.
Pekelnym syaivom svityatsya hresty,
Potvory rozpovzayutsya po hatah,
I vze niyake "Hospody prosty"
Ne zmoze vryatuvaty ridnu matir.

Pryspiv:
U vichi chas nam dyvytsya, bratove,
Bida i smert stoyat bilya vorit,
Chai v dushu zapade ostannye slovo:
Yednaimosya, bo vymyraye rid!
Yednaimosya, shchob vryatuvaty rid!

V muzeinyh eksponatah bulava
Ostannoho, hto vyishov iz pokory,
Bezridni yanychary-tatarva,
Yak vorony kljuyemo chorne hore.
I pidrostaye moloda orda,
Zaplidnena bezridyam i bezchestyam,
I chy znaidetsya nam zyva voda?
Chy Ukrayina znovu nam voskresne?

Pryspiv

Chai v dushu zapade ostannye slovo:
Yednaimosya, bo vymyraye rid!
Yednaimosya!