Oy zarosly ti stezechky ta y travamy,
De chodyly nashi chlopci z choruhvamy.
De zacvyla, postelylasya otava,
De rosla, de procvitala nasha slava.

Pryletily lastivochky ta y zi schodu
Ta y prynesly slavnu vistku pro svobodu.
Shchebetaly, shcho skinchylasya ruyina,
Stane, stane slavna, vilna Ukrayina.

Zadzvonyly sumno dzvony, zarydaly,
Shcho my nashu slavnu volyu pochovaly.
Pochovaly v lyutim boyu v temnych borach,
Ta y po tyurmach chuzynec'kych, po taborach.

Oy poviyav buynyi viter nad stepamy,
De borolys' nashi chlopci z choruhvamy.
De borolys' nashi slavni chlopci, molodenki,
Tam panuyut', benketuyut' vorizenky.