Shcho to za hrim, pekelnyi hrim?
Zemlya hude, valyt'sya dim,
Svit honyt' v propast' strimholov, –
A vsyudy – krov, a vsyudy – krov.

Shcho to za hrad, vohnennyi hrad,
Llyes' volovo, mov vodopad?
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' i rev kanon,
Vkolysuye na vichnyi son.

– Spit', chlopci, spit', spit', chlopci, spit',
Pro dolyu Ukrayiny snit',
Pro dolyu-volyu Vitchyny,
Chy z mozut' buty krashchi sny?