Mova

Yak ty zvuchysh kalynovo-dubovo,
Ridna moya, moya matirna movo!

Slovo m’yake, oksamytove, baikove.
Slovo ye didove. Slovo ye batkove.

I Bilodidove, i Syvokoneve,
I Chornovolove vze uzakonene.

V sonnim spokoyi vohon tvii led byvsya.
Ale strahu ya todi naterpivsya!

Z toyi halepy ne vyishly b my zrodu,
Klyapy, zdavalos, v rotah u narodu.

Ta shchob pidnyaty tebe iz hrobovyshch,
Vstaly do hercyu Zulynskyi, Hrabovych.

Shchob voskresyty tebe z domovyny,
V dilo pishly kamenyuky i dubyny.

Vorone chornyi! Daremno ty kryachesh!
Ridneye slovo zyye i ye – bachysh!

Ridna moya ukrayinskaya mova
Zytyme vichno – klova, firmova!..