Shcho tiyi hory, shcho teye more –
Pisok pid popkoyu, yak nerypuche lizko...
Shcho ti kurorty, mov natyurmorty,
A ty z bo v’yazen cinnostey hromads'kych, –
To ye tvoya tyurma!

Shcho teye misto, movby namysto –
Tovchut'sya rebra u troleybusi mis'komu...
I ta stolycya – dlya sercya krycya,
A ty z bo v’yazen cinnostey hromads'kych, –
To ye tvoya tyurma!

A teye selo – dusha vesela,
Chystenki kizonky ta dobriyi korovy...
I ti sadochky ta ohirochky,
A ty vze v’yazen cinnostey rodynnych,
A vse inshe – tyurma!