Vdyvlyayet'sya maty u klyuch zuravlynyi,
Vdyvlyayet'sya maty ves' chas vdalechin.
I molyt'sya Bohu: "Vernysya, miy synu,
Synochku miy lyubyi, prochayu prylyn!
Pora meni, synu, zbyratys' v dorohu
Roky vidcvily, choch sady tak cvitut',
Bilo-bilo cvitut'.
Synochku, shchodnyny molyusya ya Bohu,
Tak chochu do sercya tebe pryhonut'.

Vernysya, miy synu, vernysya do chaty,
Viyna vidhrymila, yak litnya hroza,
Meni vze za obriy pora pospishaty..."
Yiy pohlyad tumanyt' solona sloza.
Ne spyt'sya matusi u nich horobynu
Nemov syrotyna znov sydyt' kray vikna,
Vse sydyt' kray vikna.
Ochey ne zimknuvshy, plekaye nadiyu
Na zustrich iz synom. Ta marno. Viyna...

Ne tilky u neyi syniv vidibrala,
Ne v neyi odnoyi tak serce shchemyt'...
V ostannyu dorohu zibralasya mama,
Ta choche iz synom zustritys' na myt'.
Vdyvlyayet'sya maty u dal zuravlynu,
Vdyvlyayet'sya z bolem v yasnu dalechin,
U yasnu dalechin.
Vse molyt'sya Bohu: "Vernysya, miy synu,
Synochku miy lyubyi, prochayu, prylyn..."