Z koznym dnem vse bilshe i bilshe brudu na vulycyach nashoho mista.
Ni ce bilshe ne mozna terpity, nam ce ostohydle.

A koly vze prychodyt' nich my idemo shukaty
Zbroyu u ruky, zvir ide polyuvaty.
Chulihany ty i ya, chulihany Oy-oy-oy!

Cyhany hydota na koznomu kroci, zdayet'sya vsim na ce naplyuvaty.
Prozydivs'ka vlada na yichnomu boci, dosyt' vze nas plyundruvaty.

My ne zlochynci my chulihany, taka vze v nas borot'ba.
Vybachte nam ale to ne prymary – to ide rasova viyna.

Ya viryu v maybutnye svoyeyi krayiny, ya znayu vono bude svitle.
Ya viryu v tebe moya krayino, ya viryu v tebe, Ukrayino!

Ya viryu v svoyu krayinu, ya viryu v nashu ideyu,
Ya viryu, ya mayu nadiyu, ya viryu, ya viryu, ya viryu!