Uze vesna krasna, travy zeleniyut',
A na Zakarpatti mohyly chorniyut'.

Mohyly chorniyut', svizi vysypaly,
Tam lyahly heroyi, shcho za volyu vpaly.

Borolys' zavzyato, ne bulo v nych syly,
Trupy zemlyu vkryly, krov potokom lyly.

Molodi divchata rany zavyvaly
I sichovych strilciv v shpytal vidsylaly.

V shpytal vidsylaly, v shpytalyach lichyly
Tych sichovych strilciv, shcho yich poranyly.

Shcho yich poranyly hostrymy kulyamy,
Ne odyn zaplakav hirkymy slozamy.

Ne odyn zaplakav dribnymy slozamy:
"Ridna Ukrayina stoptana lyachamy".