Na Dniprovim poberezku
Trava zeleniye.
A po stepu Ukrayiny
Buynyi viter viye.
Rozkazy nam, buynyi viter,
Pro nashuyu slavu,
Yak po stepach Ukrayiny
Kozactvo hulyalo.
Oy choho z ty pochornilo,
Nezorane pole,
Oy choho z ty pomarnila,
Ukrayins'ka dole.
Pochornila ya vid kuliv,
Mene skriz' poryly.
Vkryly zemlyu pokray neba
Strilec'ki mohyly.
Oy ne tishsya, lyutyi vraze,
Shcho my biy prohraly.
Nasha slava ne propala,
Strilci ne polyahly.
Rozpadet'sya, rozvalyt'sya
Stara domovyna,
I voskresne-vozvedet'sya
Nenka Ukrayina.