Nich plashchem krylatym svitlo dnya zhasyla,
Myttyu proletila i zorya rannya ziyshla.
Hlyanuv ya za obriy, zvidky sonce vyide,
Prynese sonce vidtilya zvistku,
Tam bat'kiv moyich zemlya.

Pryspiv:
Tam, des' za krayem vody u rankoviy imli
Zuravlynych klyuchiv klych, klych.
Ya poletiv by tudy,
Zahubyvshy slidy v nich, v nich.

A v zemli neridniy vsi svoyi nadiyi,
Naysvitlishi mriyi ne viddam ya, ne viddam.
Hlyanuv ya u dalech, zvidky plynut' chvyli
I dusha ptachom lysh tudy rvet'sya,
Bo moyi koreni tam.

Pryspiv

V nich...