Kazala maty

Kazala maty malomu synu:
Odyn ty v mene, ne idy tudy,
Zahynut prosto za Ukrayinu,
Ta panuvat budut dali katy.

Tvii pra-pra-pradid pid Berestechkom
Spochyv naviky miz cherepiv.
Inshym hatyly tu Sulu richku,
Toi vpav za Kyyiv, a toi za Lviv.

Hirkyi yih podvyh, nema heroyiv,
Nemaye doli, nema i mohyl.
I des u poli rzaviye zbroya,
I slovo vishche prysypav pyl.

A syn ne viryt, syn mamu prosyt:
Pustit ze mamo, bo mushu ity.
Vze vrazi kuli znov druziv kosyat,
I znov palayut nashi haty.

Bo did i batko buly synamy
I tez ne maly po sto zyttiv,
Ta ishly do boyu i pomyraly,
Z blahoslovennyam materiv.

Yak nastupala lyha hodyna,
I byv na spoloh cerkovnyi dzvin,
To znov vstavala vsya Ukrayina
Z-pomiz hrobiv, z-pomiz ruyin.

Tak numo z, brate, z novoyi ery,
Z Karpatskyh hir, z Dnistrovyh vod,
Nas nazyvayut, shcho my bandery,
Tak dovedimo z, shcho my narod.