Oi tyazkaya, oi, tyazkaya domovyna,
A chervonaya kytaika, mov kalyna,
A chervonaya kytaika – Ukrayina.
Oi tyazkaya, hoi, tyazkaya domovyna.
Lysh vyshnevyi cvit shlyahy kurni vkryvaye,
I rushnyky v pivnyah chervonyh, az kryvavlyat.
Oi buly pisni veseli, ta nemaye...
Lysh vyshnevyi cvit shlyahy kurni vkryvaye.
Hen, z-za lisu, z-za dibrovy – haidamaky,
My rozviyem chorne hore dribnish maku,
A v rukah dzvinky shabljuky ta domahy.
Hen, z-za lisu, z-za dibrovy – haidamaky.
Chto skazav, shcho z namy Batka vze nemaye?
A chyya z to kobza buino vyhravaye?
I do nas ioho slovamy promovlyaye.
Chto skazav, shcho z namy Batka vze nemaye?
Vy ne virte, hodyt, hodyt pomiz ljudmy,
A v truni ne prah – nozaky oboyudni,
Ta i propaly, tilky holos – ne zabudmo!
Vy ne virte, hodyt, hodyt pomiz ljudmy.
Viter
Chrystos rodyvsya
Oi ne kvitny, vesno
Kozak vid’yizdzaye...
Vorone chornyi
Ne pospishai, dusha moya, cherstvity
Snih v hayu
Chuyesh zibralysya znov
Chto tak tyho pryishov
Sonce na obriyi
Mandry
Rannoyu zoreyu
Tyho Dunai vodu nese
Vesnyanka
ishla Marusya
Oi chyya to ruta-myata
Oi verbo, verbo
Ukrayina. Traven. 1861 rik. Shevchenkovi
Oi hai, maty
Na horodi verba ryasna
V zelenu subotu
Oi v lisku, lisku
V yarmah tuhy
Probuditsya orly syzi
Kolyskova
Ity shche dovho
Vin vnochi pryletyt
Zovtyi pisok
Shche v polon ne braly todi
Mariyechko, pani
Letyat halochky
Luhovaya zozulya