Oy tam u luzi, tam pry dorozi
Chervoni maky rozcvily.
Oy tam try brattya z Prykarpattya
Zyttya za volyu viddaly.

Yich bulo troye, vs'oho lysh troye,
Buly harmaty, shmaysery.
Vony ne znaly, shcho druh yich zradyt'
Katam chervonoyi Moskvy.

Yak yich boyivku okruzyly,
Krychat': "Bandery, ruky vverch!"
Chtos' kryknuv: "Slava Ukrayini!
My ne zdamosya, krashche smert'!"

I tut try brattya pociluvalys',
Nichto poshchady ne prosyv.
I bilsh ne rvalysya harmaty
I kulemet ne stukotiv.

I my borotysya budemo
Proty proklyatych vorohiv
I vichnu slavu pam’yaty
Pro muznich chlopciv, tr'och brativ.