Sered dykyh stepiv

Sered dykyh stepiv, de prostory laniv,
Tam de viter po poli hulyaye.
Tam v chuzii storoni, bez ridni, bez sim’yi,
Molodyi partyzan umyraye.

Ridnyi krai vin ljubyv i divchynu lyshyv,
I pishov z vorohom voyuvaty.
Bo toi voroh lyhyi ridnyi krai dorohyi
Stav vohnem i mechem ruinuvaty.

V potemnilyh ochah vidbyvayetsya zal,
Shcho umre molodym na chuzyni,
Shcho vitry i snihy zametut ioho slidy,
I ne bude ioho na Vkrayini.

Vin ne plakav za tym, shcho umre molodym,
Bo lysh vichne ye nebo nad namy.
iomu zal odnoho: shcho mohylu ioho
Zamete na chuzyni snihamy.

Sered dykyh stepiv, de prostory laniv,
Zaroste lysh trava tam bur’yana...
A hto mih by pryity i cvitok prynesty,
Na mohylu otu partyzana.