O maty, zakuta v kaidany

O maty, zakuta v kaidany,
Chy chuyesh ty bryazkit kaidan?
Yak narid skatovanyi plache,
Oh skilky terpinnya i ran.

Chy chuyesh ty, druze-yunache,
Po tyurmah toi bryazkit kaidan?
Nam sorom, shcho zvut nas rabamy.
Oh skilky terpinnya i ran.

Chy bachysh – Dnipro vysyhaye,
Porohy shumity stayut.
Zozuli po drevah sidayut,
Ukrayini dolju kuyut.

Chy bachysh – Karpaty sumuyut,
Dyvlyachys na hore syniv.
A viter tyhenko po polju
Roznosyt mii zalibnyi spiv.

Chy bachysh – zyta pohylylys,
Ty siyav – vono ne tvoye.
Ty muchyvs shchodnya i shchonochi,
A voroh iz noho zyye.

Boyi my dyvylys malymy,
I v serci kazaly sobi:
– Dlya tebe zyvem, Ukrayino,
Shchob volju zdobuty tobi.