Vorone

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