I.
Ne plachte, mamo, ya ishche zyvyi,
Molytvu chuyu Vashu – kozne slovo.
Nesu ya sviy obov’yazok svyatyi:
Boronyu kray i nashu ridnu movu.
Leleka, yak vertaye do vesny,
Povernusya zyvym ya i zdorovym.
A poky zihrivayut' mene sny,
Tam hornus' u obiymy Vashi, mamo.

Pryspiv:
Vorozi tanky y postrily harmat
I posvyst kul – svyncyu cholodnyi viter.
Dumky mene vidnosyat' v ridnyi sad,
De maty i kochana y dity-kvity.
Ne stanu ozyratysya nazad,
Vpered itymu az do peremohy.
A prostir neba rozryvaye HRAD.
Dumkamy, ridni, ya iz vamy vdoma.

II.
Prosty, kochana, ditochky, prostit',
Ta zaraz ya ne mozu buty poryad.
Dlya mene, nache vichnist' kozna myt':
Viyny pered soboyu bachu pohlyad...
Vazke i chorne dychannya viyny –
Z vohnyu kriz' dym shchoranku sonce schodyt'.
Shchonochi zihrivayut' mene sny,
V yakych cilunky vashi i doloni.

Pryspiv