Chy to infanteriya?
Chy to kavaleriya?
Ni, to nasha slavna
Artyleriya!

Pryspiv:
Hey, hey, artyleriya! (2)

Vmiyut' chutko stanuty,
Voroha pidhlyanuty,
I yak hradom-kartachamy
Razom hryanuty.

Koni hostro kovani,
Dobre pidhotovani,
A vsi chlopci pry harmatach,
Yak malovani.

A yak b’yut' hranatamy
Za vrahamy klyatymy,
Syaye, syaye sonce voli
Nad harmatamy.