Klenova balada

Zahrymily v poli mov hromy harmaty,
Strilcya molodoho vyryadzala maty,
Vytyrala slozy i blahala Boha,
Shchob vernuv yii syna dodomu zyvoho.
Shchob vernuv yii syna dodomu zyvoho.

Ne plach, moya ridna posyvivsha maty,
Ya pishov na voinu tebe vyzvolyaty,
A yak ne dizdeshsya z toyi sichi mene,
Posady, blahayu, bilya haty klena.
Posady, blahayu, bilya haty klena.

Pryspiv:
A tuman bilym polem,
A bida chornym bolem,
A dusha buinym klenom,
Zelenym, oi zelenym.
A tuman bilym polem,
A bida chornym bolem,
A dusha buinym klenom,
Zelenym, zelenym.

Tyahnutsya do soncya stovbury klenovi,
Zrosheni slozamy horya i ljubovi,
Dovhymy nochamy tyho shepchut vity,
To tvoyi, Vkrayino, naidorozchi dity.
To tvoyi, Vkrayino, nairidnishi dity.

Pryspiv