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

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

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