U poli mohyla z vitrom hovoryla [1]

U poli mohyla z vitrom hovoryla:
– Povii, vitre buinesenkyi, shchob ya ne zmarnila.

Shchob ya ne zchornila, shchob ya ne zmarnila,
Shchob na meni trava rosla, rosla-zelenila.

Navkruhy mohyly trava zeleniye,
A v mohyli spochyvayut hlopci molodiyi.

Splyat ridniyi brattya, hoch temnenka hata,
A vesnoyu hrest vinchayut vkrayinski divchata.

Vkrayinski divchata, ukrayinski dity –
Bude pisnya [marnoslavna] polem homonity.

Bude homonity i bude kazaty:
– Nai vas Boh poblahoslovyt, Ukrayina-maty.

I viter ne viye, i sonce ne hriye,
Lysh u poli krai dorohy mohyla chorniye.