Ridnyi krai

Yak zabraly my v soldaty, a zo mnov – usih
Parubkiv z sela, susidskyh hlopciv molodyh,
Odyahly v mundyry siri, daly v ruky samostrily –
Serdenko moye!
Ta z koznisinkoho boyu z dvadcyaty vertalos dvoye –
Spasy, Mariye!

Nas shykuyut, nas mushtruyut, nache na parad,
Kazut: "Ty vze ne ljudyna – ty teper soldat!"
Vid kadetiv – tilky laika, kuhar urizaye paiku –
Serdenko moye!
Unter kaze, shcho my – bydlo... Yak to vse meni obrydlo!
Spasy, Mariye!

Pryspiv:
Of! Zacvitut sady, nastane mai...
Boh vbereze mene vid kuli, povernusya ya u ridnyi krai!

Prosluzyv ya u cisarya odynadcyat lit,
Pereishov dorih chymalo ta pobachyv svit:
Toi u sviti zapravlyaye, hto naibilshe hroshei maye –
Serdenko moye!
V koho kripki kazematy, ye soldaty, ye harmaty –
Spasy, Mariye!

Pryspiv

Yak nareshti ya z viinonky dodomu pryishov –
Posichenyi-porubanyi ta z odnom nohov...
Ya za tym zalju ne mayu – dityam zabavky ladnayu –
Serdenko moye!
Parubkiv lyshylos malo – nema divky, shchob ne dala!
Spasy, Mariye!

Of! Zacvily sady, kvituye mai...
Boh uberih mene vid kuli, povernuvsya ya dodomu!
Of! Zacvily sady, kvituye mai...
Boh uberih mene vid kuli, povernuvsya ya u ridnyi krai!