Artist: Kostyantyn Pavlyak
Lyrics and music author: Костянтин Павляк |
Yak u Hulyay-poli
Ta poduly vitry,
Probudyly davni sny.
Vchora shche v nevoli,
A s'ohodni – vilni
Ukrayiny-matinky syny.
Chlopci molodiyi,
Koni – voroniyi,
Na tachanci spravnyi kulemet.
Na tebe, na bat'ka,
Vsi nashi nadiyi,
To z vedy nas, Nestore, vpered.
Pryspiv:
Upered, hayda,
Upered, hayda,
Upered, upered, upered, hayda,
Upered, hayda,
Upered, hayda,
Upe-upe-upered, hayda!
My ne chochem znaty
Ni carya, ni pana,
Komisaram tez chana!
A meni uchora
Snylasya Oksana,
Och i harna z, satana!
Nasha pisnya – volya,
Step – to nasha dolya,
Hostra shablya – to zona.
Sercem chto ne z namy –
Toy vpered nohamy,
Slava chlopcyam Nestora Machna!
Pryspiv
Sonechko sidaye,
Misyac' vyrynaye,
Pered namy – cilyi svit,
A vid ukrayiny
Krashchoyi nemaye
Machuchy dlya nas, syrit.
Yak u Hulyay-poli
Ta poduly vitry,
Probudyly davni sny,
Vchora buly holi,
Ta y s'ohodni bidni
Ukrayiny-matinky syny.
Pryspiv