Zelenyi hay, pachuche pole
V tyurmi prysnylosya meni.
I step shyrokyi, nache more,
I tychyi sum na chuzyni...

Sadok vyshnevyi kolo chaty,
Vechirnya litnyaya pora!...
V chati bula vesela maty,
Pisni spivaly nam divchata.

Lyubyv yiyi i zvav svoyeyu,
Nemov tu ptashechku kochav,
V hayok, v lisok chodyv ya z neyu,
Pisni svoyi yiyi spivav.

Vona zaplakala kriz' slozy
I, opustyvshy ochi vnyz,
Nemov shukala po dorozi
Te, shcho zhubyla shche kolys'.

Poblidlo lychko, zhasly ochi,
Nadiya vmerla, stan zihnuvs'...
I ya zaplakav opivnochi
I, hirko plachuchy, prosnuvs'.

Snyt'sya meni, shcho ya na voli,
Shcho Ukrayina vze vilna,
A misto Kyyiv – vze stolycya!
I... provalylasya Moskva.

Ale prokynuvsya y dyvlyusya –
A ya shche dosi u tyurmi...
I sam ne znayu, chy dizdusya
Toho, shcho snylosya meni.