Katakomby

Katakomby, katakomby, kincya-krayu vam nemaye.
My sydym pobilya vatry, my kydayem v vatru travy.
Iz zakutkiv vovchi pashchi do na shchyryatsya pryyazno.
My kydayem v vatru travy, my vdyhayem dym solodkyi.

Dym ide ponad sklepinnyam, vyklykaye dushi vmerlyh...
Nas svidomist polyshaye, mozok nash vidpochyvaye...
Dym ide ponad sklepinnyam, vyklykaye dushi vmerlyh...
Nas svidomist polyshaye, mozok nash vidpochyvaye...

Step shyrokyi, sonce silo, nebo krov’yu chervoniye,
Chorni koni tabunamy kudys letyat nad kovyloyu.
Pidozdit nas, zachekaite, skoro tez my budem vilni,
Yak ti ptahy, chorni ptahy, shcho miz zoryamy litayut...