Ce inerciya dumky, ta mahiya slova,
Ce vidverta i hostra ukrayins'ka mova,
Ce ne bachena dosi ironiya doli,
Ce ne chuta vo vik koncentraciya voli!
Ce efekt vybuchovoyi chvyli navkolo,
Ce bahato produmane, zamknute kolo,
Ce chvala, shcho otrymuyesh tilky-no hray,
Ce strila, shcho nastyhne tikay, ne tikay!

Pryspiv:
Proty doshchu! Proty pohroz – stiy, ne propushchu!
Proty vohnyu! Proty strazdan, ta yarma den vid dnyu!
Proty prykras! Proty oman, shcho zvablyuyut' nas!
Proty obraz! Proty vahan, vid razu y naraz –
Ye syla, shcho z’yednuye svit... Monolit!

Ce osyayana viroyu v sebe nadiya,
Ce shalena, chymerna, ta viddana mriya,
Ce tyahar, shcho svidomo my vzyaly na sebe,
Ce ideya, shcho z’yednuye mene i tebe!
Ce pulsaciya rytmu, shcho stiny znese,
Ce napruzenist' kryku, shcho dushu tryase,
Ce enerhiya zvuku, shcho znosyt' tviy dach,
Ce potuznist' metalu, shcho vkazuye shlyach!

Pryspiv

Ce napruha, shcho micno trymaye tviy duch,
Ce nadiynyi, sucilnyi i vpevnenyi ruch,
Ce vidkryta, docilna, z’yasovana rich,
Ce ye te, shcho ty znayesh i v ranok i v nich!
Ce ye bil, shcho ne zhasne, krychy – ne krychy,
Ce slova, shcho lunayut', movchy – ne movchy,
Ce ye tema, yaku kozen z nas pidiyma,
Ce systema, shcho bud'-yakyi opir zlama!

Pryspiv