Rosly i syly nabyralys',
Yak molodiyi yaseny,
Bat'kam zavzdy dopomahaly
Lyubi yich sokoly-syny.
I zvidky bralas' taya syla:
I vchytys', pracyuvat' y spivat'?
"Druzno zyvit' – bat'ky prosyly –
Shchob zle nichto ne mih skazat'."

Pryspiv:
Braty, braty, chom vasha syla
Znov povernulas' do bat'kiv?
Maty z, shchodnya za vas molylas' –
Nadiya – na "poslidyshiv"!

Zdorov’ya, Boze, day i syly
Synam molodshym – ya molyu!
Navchat' chay, shcho bat'ky prosyly,
Syniv svoyich – tebe proshu.
Pishly u Vichnist' syny starshi –
Bat'kiv pidtrymuvat' i tam.
Ne bachu yich na zodniy karti,
Pomiz zirok – pidu u Chram.

Pryspiv