Текст песни Плач Яремії - Там під Львівським замком старий дуб стояв,

There pid Lvіvskim lock old oak stand,
A pid Tim dubochkom partisans lying.
Vіn lezhit not Dische so Nenach sleeps
Gold volossyam vіter rustle.

A pobіlya Demba matіnka stoїt,
Slozi prolivaє, verses speak.
"You're Mine w Sin, Sin, Dytyna my -
boule b thee not hammered, yakbi not vіyna.

"Bulo you have mene p'yatero sinіv,
Sin Ti CCB naymolodshy Andriy're Mine.
"Tee CCB shte small dad having run in battle,
Vіn for up Ukraine poklal head.

I f you Kohala, I'm cha treasured -
And now here bude your grave.
Behind neї Otaman stoїt,
W povnim Jalou insertions, quietly talking.

"Oh do not plachte, Mamo, blue geroєm becoming
Vіn for up Ukraine poklal head.
Vіn for up Ukraine for svіy Kray, miy ridniy kray,
Dwellers for not having gone Ukraїnі Moskal.

Teche rіchka Tisza in nіy Maskovskiy shelter,
Moskalіv of beat, Biti will znov.
There pid Lvіvskim lock Chrest birch
And on that hrestі Trident gold.