U stepu mohyla

Na cvyntari nich temniye,
Splyat heroyi vichnym snom,
Tyho-tyho viter viye
I spivaye svii psalom.

Nad hrobamy anhel smerty
Chystyt shyleni hresty,
Vstante vy u hordi lavy
Do svyatoyi borotby.

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