Oy zarosly vsi dorohy ta travamy,
De chodyly nashi polky z choruhvamy.
Oy zacvyla, postelylasya otava,
De rosla ta procvytala nasha slava.

Oy zashumy, vitroviyu: "Shcho chuvaty,
De hrymily hakivnyci ta harmaty?"
"A shlyachamy, de yshly strilci molodenki,
Tam panuyut', marsheruyut' vorozenky".

Pryletila lastivochka az zi schodu
Ta y prynesla dyvnu vistku dlya narodu,
Shchebetala, shcho skinchylasya ruyina,
Vstane nasha vilna, slavna Ukrayina.