Vchyny mene bychem Tvoyim,
Udarom, vystrilom, naboyem,
Shchob zalyshyvs' choch chornyi dym
Nad nepovtornoyu doboyu.

Chay bezsoromni ochi yist'
Tych, shcho zyvut' bez sliz i chesty,
Chto skynuv i lyubov, i zlist',
Bo ne pid sylu bulo nesty.

Chto vse zitchav – zasnut', vtekty,
Schovatys' za Mazepu y Kruty,
Koly hrozoyu yshly – viky! –
Nad polem ruty i otruty.

Tvoyim bychem mene vchyny,
Shchob basamanuvaty dushi,
Shchob zachytat' i znovu zrushyt'
Smertelnyi char dychavyny!