V zymovim dymnim tumani
My boroznoyu lyahaly...
Spasinnya v Boha blahaly,
Kuli z hrudey rachuvaly…

Tam kruzlyaly u nebi
Holodni pohlyady krukiv,
Prokydalysya Kruty
V ostannich nashych ruchach...

A bilyi snih vze chervonyi
Vid yunac'koyi krovi,
Yty u nastup povoli
Znovu y znovu hotovi...

Cholodne sonce – nam v ochi,
Chervona orda polonyla.
Ale z tak zyty my chochem!
Nas bida poridnyla.

Vidlitay, dushe, nesy spokutu.
Vidlitay playem, pam’yatay Kruty.
Vidlitay, dushe vilna, neskuta.
Vidlitay playem, pam’yatay Kruty.

My naviky pam’yatatymemo rankove nebo.
My nikoly ne zabudemo vsi nashi mriyi.
Pam’yatatymemo zavshe kochanyi pohlyad.
I naviky proklynatymemo klyati viyny.

Vidlitay, dushe, nesy spokutu.
Vidlitay playem, pam’yatay Kruty.
Vidlitay, dushe vilna, neskuta.
Vidlitay playem, pam’yatay Kruty.