Iz-za hory vysokoyi vitrec' povivaye,
Hey, hey, strilec' molodenkyi vdoma ne buvaye.

Oy vyishov vin na Zbruch-richku – kalamutni vody,
Hey, hey, richko nevelychka, vazki tvoyi brody.

Oy hlyanuv cherez sebe – tam palayut' sela,
Hey, hey, ridna Ukrayino, sumna-nevesela.

Oy hlyanuv poza sebe – tam dymy chorniyut',
Hey, hey, pokotyly slozy, serdenko nimiye.