Ostannii Banderivec

Zakrychaly vorony – po stepu shyrokomu,
Ta po moyii dushi...
Zapleskaly krylamy, zustrichaly voroha,
Chlibom ta sillyu.
Prodaly pravdu prodaly viru,
Prodaly dushu chornomu zviru.
V tim tvoya dolya, v tim Boza volya,
V tim tvoye shchastya, shcho zhynuv vchasno.

Nemaye choho tut boyatys –
Shlyah do ljubovi lezyt tilky kriz muky.
Tut mozna tilky smiyatys, smiyatys nad tym,
Shcho ne maye, komu daty ruku
Na moyih dolonyah – koznoho dnya –
Z’yavlyayutsya – kryvavi hresty,
I m’yazy v nohah trishchat vid toho,
Trishchat vid toho, shcho tak vazko ity.

Zemlya tobi puhom – Ostannii Banderivec!

Skazy meni, shcho to za pravda, yakshcho yiyi mozna,
Nahoduvaty, zihrity, a potim – u postil.
Skazy meni, shcho to za pravda, yak shcho yiyi,
Ne chuty navit – kriz postril.
De vsi ti moyi braty, z yakymy yamih by navkolo vatry –
Pustytys u tanok?
De vsi ti moyi braty, z yakymy ya mih by u radosti
strity.

Zemlya tobi puhom – Ostannii Banderivec!