Vze Velykden nastaye,
Isus z hrobu voskresaye.

I my, lyudy, vsi spivaymo,
Vsi Isusa proslavlyaymo.

I vsi lyudy veselimsya,
Iz nevoli probudimsya.

Ne zurit'sya, yanychary,
Vze ne ti chasy nastaly.

Koly vy nas vsich toptaly,
Po Sybirach zasylaly.

Po Sybirach zasylaly,
I po tyurmach morduvaly.

Nema kincya v tiy yahilci,
Probudylys' nashi strilci.

Nashi strilci sichoviyi,
Yich mohyly dorohiyi.

Teper my yich vidnovlyayem,
Praporamy zamayem.

Syno-zovti prapory
Mayoryat', yak synye more.

Po vsiy nashiy Ukrayini –
Nashi symvoly svyatiyi.

Utishaytes', vsiyi lyudy,–
Ukrayina slavna bude!

I nash Tryzub zolotiye,
Ukrayina mayoriye.