Nich stane vitrom i ziyde z terez
Vilnym krukom kriz' chmary ta popil
Cholodnych nebes...

Ne plach moya svyata zemlya.
Davno tvoyi horily sela
Tym shlyachom, de proyshla orda...
Ne plach, molyu ya tebe...

Bayrakom litav strach
Nemov toy chyzyi ptach
Svoyim krykom namahavsya
Pokazaty Chornyi shlyach

Dorohoyu voli, zablukaly z boyu
Dushi tych, chto az do krovi
Svoyu pravdu nis z soboyu

Pryspiv:
U bezmeznych stepach
Vony yednalys' v vitrach
Laty soncya i syla nebes!
Dity krayu, shcho z prachu voskres
Povertayte dodomu syny –
Zahartovani, nepodolanni ta...nezyvi!..

Vsya slava na polyach,
Kleynody v bolotach
Pochovano naviky
Stilky bolyu siyano v ochach

Toz vstavayte dity
Chornyi shlyach vas klyche!
Bytyi shlyach dodomu bureviyem svyshche

Pryspiv

Chovayuchy slozy stepiv
Bohom zabutoho krayu,
Shchonochi vertayut' vony,
A vranci shchezayut' v zemli nikym ne skorenniy