Bila slov’yanka z bilym volossyam, prodaye svoye tilo shchob yakos' prozyty.
Syvyi didus' povernuvsya dodomu bez hroshey na chlib pacanamy pobytyi.
P’yanyi viys'kovyi spyt' u kalyuzi mundyr u blyuvoti zachyshchaye derzavu.
De vona pravda i hidnist' narodu, syla mohutnist' i didova slava?

Shcho nam robyty? – chuyu ya zvidusil.
Shcho nam robyty? – zvychayne pytannya siroyi masy.
Ya zakryvayu ochi, ale ce lyshe posylyuye bil.
Ya zakryvayu ochi, nevze ce kinec', kinec' moyeyi rasy?

Polityky, shcho sydyat' pry vladi zradzuyut' zemli svoyich bat'kiv.
Yim vsim plyuvaty na derzavu, vony pracyuyut' lyshe na zydiv.
A lyudy dyvlyat'sya u televizor i kovtayut' use ce zydivs'ke layno.
De vona pravda i hidnist' narodu, nevze yiyi tez stoptaly v bahno?