Vysoka mohyla z syroyi zemli,
A u tii mohyli splyat dity tvoyi,
A u tii mohyli naikrashchi syny
Zyttya molode katam viddaly.
Buly v tvoyih ditok holodni spynky,
Za nihti sadzaly haryachi hachky.
Ne raz tvoyi dity
Ni hliba ne yily, vody ne pyly.
Na cementi spaly v odnyh sorochkah,
Nedoli zaznaly v moskovskyh rukah.
Katy morduvaly naikrashchyh syniv,
V Irkutsku pid murom strilyaly brativ.
Strilyalo nachalstvo i NKVD.
Po vulycyah sikly nozamy zydy.
Nad nymy pomshchalas proklyata Moskva.