U tumani nichnim tupit chuyet'sya chyis',
I sachnulas' dusha, mov losha.
Ty zaklyakny, mov korch,
Ty chvylynu pomovch
Doky pada u p’yaty dusha.

Ponad stepom bidy,
Ponad stepom rozpuk,
Neprybranyi do ruk
I chornyushchyi, mov kruk
Probiha, prolita Basavryuk.

Pryspiv:
Basavryuk, Basavryuk
Probiha, prolita,
I nema yoho letu kincya,
Vidryvaye sercya, spopelyaye soncya
I rozviyuye popil v svitach.

Oy, brynyt' kovyla i bolyt' holova –
Ryatuvatys' ne znayu vze yak.
Choch vohni zasvity,
I poryatunok zaydy,
Zhrayi zlych i lychych vovkulak.

Ponad stepom bidy,
Ponad stepom rozpuk,
Neprybranyi do ruk
I chornyushchyi, mov kruk
Probiha, prolita Basavryuk.

Pryspiv

Zlyuche oko blyshchyt' i tak chochet'sya pyt',
Movby des' na pekelnomu dni,
Moya dolya sumna,
Shche chvylyna odna –
I syponut'sya panichni pisni.

Ponad stepom bidy,
Ponad stepom rozpuk,
Neprybranyi do ruk
I chornyushchyi, mov kruk
Probiha, prolita Basavryuk.

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