Hey ta zazurylys' strilci sichoviyi,
Yak Zbruch-richku prochodyly,
Shcho tilko narodu vpalo za svobodu,
Vstoyatys' ne bulo syly.

Hey ta zazurylys' strilci sichoviyi,
Staly dribni slozy lyty:
– Bude lyach proklyatyi bat'kamy oraty,
Materyamy volochyty.

Hey ta zazurylys' strilci sichoviyi:
– Yakshcho my polyazem v boyu,
Chto z bude borotys' i kray boronyty,
Zdobuvaty krashchu dolyu?

Oy ne tishsya, lyashe, shcho do Zbrucha vashe,
Shche zyve strilec'ka slava.
Vernut'sya shche tiyi strilci sichoviyi,
Zadrozyt' Moskva y Varshava.