Sered dykyh stepiv

Sered dykyh stepiv, de prostory laniv,
De lysh viter po poli hulyaye,
Tam v chuzii storonci, bez ridni, bez sim’yi
Molodyi partyzan umyraye.

Ridnyi krai vin ljubyv i divchynu lyshyv,
I pishov z vorohamy voyuvaty,
Tilky voroh lyhyi ridnyi krai dorohyi
Stav mechem i vohnem ruinuvaty.

V pochornilyh ochah vidbyvayetsya zal,
Shcho umre molodym na chuzyni,
Shcho vitry ta snihy zametut ioho slidy
I ne bude ioho na Vkrayini.

Vin ne plakav za tym, shcho umre molodym,
Bo lysh vichne ye nebo nad namy.
iomu zal odnoho, shcho mohylu ioho
Zanese na chuzyni snihamy.

Sered dykyh stepiv, sered buinyh vitriv
Zaroste lysh trava tam bur’yana.
A hto mih by pryity i cvitok zanesty
Na mohylu otu partyzana?