Na cvyntari nich temniye,
Splyat' heroyi vichnym snom,
Tycho-tycho viter viye
I spivaye sviy psalom.

Nad hrobamy anhel smerty
Chystyt' schyleni chresty,
Vstante vy u hordi lavy
Do svyatoyi borot'by.

Vas probudyt' pisnya slavy
V cey prekrasnyi den vesny.
Hodi, hodi slozy terty
Sered horya i zurby.