Brate mii, vovche

Brate mii, vovche,
Sestro kalyno,
Ot i po nas
Zapadayut snihy.

Stukayut v hatu
Z neba i hlyny
Druzi, proidysvity
I vorohy.

Chto nas pochuye,
Chto nas poklyche,
Chto povede
Po ostannii mezi?

Doty my vilni,
Doky v oblychchya
Svityat zirky,
Yak svyacheni nozi.

Tym, hto poklykanyi
Dvichi vmyraty,
Dymom doroha
U inshi svity.

My shche pobachymos,
Sestro i brate.
My shche ne mozemo
Prosto pity.