Vorone-brate, vorone-synu,
Stan na kryla – zlety do chmary!
Tam, de nebo, dochku pobachysh.
Vmerla dytyna, bez mamy plache.
Vorone chornyi, brate, druze,
Day yiy, yak ihrashku, moyu dushu!
Viter krychyt'! Viter klyche!
Vorone-voyin, do boli! Do boyu!
Vvys'! Rvys'!
Chay sobi nyzkoyu skelec' hraye,
Doky nas znovu nich ob’yednaye.
Vorone-ptashe chornookyi,
Z hory vpady kamenem – day meni spokiy.
Vorone-brate, vorone-synu,
Stan na kryla – day meni sylu!