Vchyny mene bychem Tvoyim,
Udarom, vystrilom, naboyem,
Shchob zalyshyvs hoch chornyi dym
Nad nepovtornoyu doboyu.
Chai bezsoromni ochi yist
Tyh, shcho zyvut bez sliz i chesty,
Chto skynuv i ljubov, i zlist,
Bo ne pid sylu bulo nesty.
Chto vse zithav – zasnut, vtekty,
Shovatys za Mazepu i Kruty,
Koly hrozoyu ishly – viky! –
Nad polem ruty i otruty.
Tvoyim bychem mene vchyny,
Shchob basamanuvaty dushi,
Shchob zahytat i znovu zrushyt
Smertelnyi char dychavyny!