To ne hmaru, to ne chornu...

To ne hmaru, to ne chornu
Viter pidiimaye,
To Pilsudskyi svoyu shlyahtu
Na radu sklykaye.

To ne vovky-siromanci
Vyyut-zavyvayut,
To hrabiznyky-shuliky
V palac pospishayut.

Tam sova sydyt lupata,
Lupaye ochyma,
Shche i pid krylom motlyayetsya
Shcherbata shablyna.

Oi zletilysya shuliky
Do sovy v svitlyci,
Zlodiiskoyi varshavskoyi
Velmoznoyi ptyci.

Posidaly za stolamy
Ta i staly hadaty,
Yak to nashu Ukrayinu
Shvydshe zakljuvaty.

Sydyat sobi u svitlyci,
Mirkuyut, hadayut,
Ta shche zdobych ne piimaly,
A vze podilyayut.

"Yezus svyentyi i Mariya!" –
Kaze sova huchno: –
Yak pidemo na Vkrayinu,
Zazyvemo buchno!"

Dovho plyamkala hubamy,
Mov zdobych zuvala:
"Nasha bendzye Ukrayina!" –
Lyuto zakrychala.

"Vivat! Vivat! – vsi huknuly:
Vedy nas do boyu,
Zapanuyem na Vkrayini
My, pani, z toboyu!"

A sova yim: "Ya dzinkuyu!
Chas nam vyrushaty,
Ta pradidiv kapeljuha
Budem tam shukaty!"

Ta i poperlys do kostolu
"Svyenteho" blahaty.
Shchob dopomih Ukrayinu
Shvydshe zakljuvaty.

Ublahaly ta i pustylys
Na Kyyiv letity,
Po dorozi mista i sela
Ruinuvat, palyty.

Znovu shlyahta zapalyla,
Mynule zhadala.
Ta "Shche Polska ne zhinela!"
P’yana vereshchala.

Ruinuvaly, ubyvaly,
Krov’yu polyvaly,
A tym chasom z shodu soncya
Kara pidnimalas.

To ne orel syzokrylyi
Litaye-kruzlyaye,
To Budonnyi i Kotovskyi
Voyakiv sklykayut.

"Hei vy, hlopci molodiyi,
Shlyahta nastupaye,
Vsi na koni voroniyi
Ta v pohid rushaimo!

Paniv vitat treba chemno,
Yak slid po zakonu,
Shchob vtikaly z Ukrayiny
Bez shtaniv dodomu!"

Oi ne maye shlyahta chasu
Vze "vivat" krychaty,
Z Ukrayiny shcho ye duhu
Kynulas tikaty.

Oi u poli shyrokomu
Dva orly litayut,
To kotovci z chervoncyamy
Shlyahtu vyryadzayut.

Rozhubylo "yasne panstvo"
Shovkovi onuchi,
Yak tikaly z Kyyivshchyny
Az do richky Sluchi.

Zabolily v paniv nohy,
Prytomylys trohy,
Yak vtikaly z Ukrayiny –
Hubyly i panchohy.

Navaryly pany kvasu,
A pyt ne zumily,
Bo mahnuly vsi "do lyasu",
Tilky zashumilo.