Skilky zhorilych pisen
Prospivaly tvoyi kobzari,
Ukrayino,
Pro znedolenyi chas
Pid voronyachym chyzym krylom,
Yak Osman polonyv
Tvoyich ditok nevynnych,
V svoyu viru svyatyv
Tobi na potalu i zlo.

Pryspiv:
To ne turky, ne tatary
Polem mchat', yak chornyi viter,
Rid sviy nyshchat', zemlyu palat',
Bez zalyu i bez pokary,
Bez zalyu i bez pokary!
Yanychary, yanychary,
Tvoyi, mamo, dyki dity!
Yanychary, yanychary,
Tvoyi, mamo, dyki dity!

Ty nedarma porosla
Polynamy hirkymy, moya Ukrayino,
Skilky zurby proneslos'
Nad Tvoyimy sumnymy vikamy.
To chomu z i teper,
Nenko, stohnesh i hynesh,
Choch plekayesh ditey
I zovesh yich svoyimy synamy?..

Pryspiv