Chy chuyesh, miy druze-yunache,
Chy chuyesh toy bryazkit kaydan,
Yak maty Ukrayina plache
Za stilky terpinnya i ran?

Chy chuyesh – Dnipro vysychaye,
Porohy shumity stayut',
Zozuli po derevach sidayut',
Pro dolyu Vkrayiny kuyut'!

Chy bachysh – zyta pochylylys',
Ty siyav – vono ne tvoye,
Ty muchyvs' po dnyach i po nochach,
A voroh lysh z toho zyye?

Chy bachysh – Karpaty sumuyut',
Dyvlyachys' na yarmo syniv,
A viter tychenko po voli
Roznosyt' zalibnyi yich spiv!

Vden voroh do tebe smiyet'sya,
A v vechir v kaydany kuye,
Za tvoyu cyu pracyu hirkuyu
Harmaty na tebe kuye.

My chuly ci boli shche zmalku
I v serci skazaly sobi:
"Dlya Tebe zyvem, Ukrayino,
Shchob volyu zdobuty Tobi".