I
Dveri zamkneni na vsi zamky – nihto ne vyide.
Po kimnati rozkydani rechi i kvity.
I blukayut mriyi v syharetnii mli,
Zalyshayuchy dorizky na moyemu oblychchi!
Pryspiv:
Ce vse, nashe nekonchene kohannya!
Ce vse, nashi nezrozumili bazannya.
Yakshcho hochesh zyty – navchys vmyraty!
Yakshcho hochesh pomerty – navchys spivaty!
II
Zvychainyi tremor ruk, tyahnuchy dohory.
Zvychainyi pohmilnyi duh i hude v holovi.
Zalyshayuchys u temryavi svoyih dumok –
Suyu dulo u rot i styskayu hachok!
Pryspiv
III
I ya holonu vid toho, shcho krov stikaye,
I ya radiyu za te, shcho teper nemaye.
Kohannya nashe skinchylos smertyu moyeyu,
Ne chuty holos mii – ya dlya nebes spivayu!