Oy zarosly vze dorohy ta travamy,
De chodyly nashi polky z choruhvamy,
I rozcvilas', rozstelylasya otava,
De rosla, de procvitala nasha slava.

Vze lysh shumy vitroviyi bushuvaly,
De revily hakivnyci z harmatamy.
A shlyachamy, de yshly strilci molodenki,
Tam panuyut', marshyruyut' vorizenky.

Zadzvonyly sumno dzvony, zarydaly,
Znov my nashu Ukrayinu pochovaly,
Pochovaly v lyutim boyu, v temnych borach,
Tam u tyurmach, v chuzyns'kych taborach.

Pryletily lastivochky hen zi schodu
Ta y prynesly dyvnu vistku dlya narodu.
Shchebetaly, shcho skinchyt'sya ta Ruyina,
Vstane nasha slavna, vilna Ukrayina.