Cuckoo! calls the Cuckoo....

In the dawn, in the dawn the young Cossacks are crying,

Far away from their loves, in prison lying,

The dungeon’s dark, their hope is gone,

But the Cuckoo calls, in the dawn, in the dawn!

Blows the wind, blows the wind—From the sea were it blowing

’Twould bear us away beyond all knowing!

Our heavy chains we’d leave behind

If over the sea should come the wind.

O the sun! O the sun in Ukraine shining!