Chy to burya, chy to hrim, shcho reve hmarolim

Chy to burya, chy to hrim, shcho reve hmarolim,
Shcho zemlya na sto myl hraye hrimko?
Vid Kuban az do hir chuty holos: "Pozir!"
V ryad stavai, shchob ne bulo zapizno!

V ryad stavai, hotovys, ni na shcho ne dyvys –
Chy do pekla pidesh, chy do neba,
Kydai nenku staru, kydai ljubku svoyu,
Bo nastala velyka potreba.

Bo nastav takyi chas, shcho umre kozen z nas
Ne u lizku, a v poli u boyu.
V cyu hodynu strashnu spom’yanesh Vitchyznu,
Bo dlya neyi tre vmerty z ljubov’yu.

To ne hrim zahrymiv, to ne dzvin zadzveniv,
Ne stolitni duby zatrishchaly –
To lyhi vorohy na nash krai dorohyi,
Mov holodni vovky, nabihaly.

Ne kydayut kvitok pid yih kovanyi krok
I vinkiv ne splitayut divchata,
Bo yih batko – to lis, a yih maty – to nich,
Ukrayina – to yih ridna hata.

Shcho za viisko ide, shcho za pisnya lyne,
Shcho za prapor na vitri lopoche?
To povstanci-orly popid hayem pishly,
To yih pisnya nam serce loskoche.

Des daleko ridnya vyhlyadaye shchodnya,
I divchyna chekaye rusyava,
Yim dorozchyi toi dim, shcho potriben usim, –
Samostiina soborna derzava.