Plach, Kuban, ty, krayu ridnyi.
Lezyt' vbytyi syn tviy mylyi.
Nema, nema v sviti, shcho skazaty.
Lyubov-Kuban, ridna maty.

Ta chy ty ze, Kuban, nam ne myla,
Shcho hore, hore zasluzyla?
Chym ta chym taku strashnu hodynu,
Yak boronyly my krayinu?

Pishla, tuze shche y dolamy.
Techut' slozy, slozy richkamy,
Shcho Ryabo.., shcho Ryabovola vze nemaye.
Ves' kray tuze, tuze shche y rydaye.

Pered tvoyeyu ze my trunoyu
Klyanemosya ze my pered toboyu,
Shcho bude.., budemo z tebe prymer braty,
Kray sviy ridnyi zashchyshchaty.

Spy ze, lyubyi nash Mykola.
Ne zabudem my tebe nikoly,
Shcho ro.., shcho robyv ty dlya narodu,
A sam umer za svobodu.