Shcho to za hrim, osinnii hrim?
Drizyt zemlya, valytsya dim,
Svit honyt v propast, strimholov,
A vsyudy krov, a vsyudy krov!
Shcho to za hrad, ohnennyi hrad,
Llyes olovo, yak vodospad?
Shcho kulya – huk, shcho kulya – svyst,
Pade narod, yak z duba lyst.
Pade narod, yak zrilyi snip,
I "Vichnoyi" ne pravyt pip,
Lysh huk rushnyc, lysh rev kanon
Vkolysuye na vichnyi son.
Spit, hlopci, spit! Spit, hlopci, spit!
Pro dolju-volju ljubo snit.
Pro dolju-volju vitchyny –
Chy z mozut buty krasshi sny?!