V yarmach tuhy zviku zdavlena,
Sliz'my, krov’yu preproslavlena,
Buynym polum’yam rozkovana –
Zdrastuy, Vole uhotovana!

Nochi savanom povytaya,
Vsya rydannyamy omytaya,
Rozruynovana, rozviyana –
Zdrastuy, Mriye nespodivana!

Lynte z, chmary novohodniyi,
Lynte z, chvyli velykodniyi,
V sklep do tych, shcho zemlyu kynuly,
Vas zduchy, v zadannyach zhynuly.

Vernit'sya znov ozbroyeni
V nashi rany nezahoyeni,
I na dumy pid’yaremniyi
Vdarte syayvamy nadzemnymy!

Zdrastuy, Vole uhotovana!