Svavilnyi viter nam nazustrich lyne,
Burchlyvyi viter nam daruye kryla.
I v nebi synim taka mohutnya syla,
Nas vze chekayut' omriyani vitryla.

Pryspiv:
Tam, de buvayem my, roste nekoshena trava.
Tam, de buvayem my, tam viter dolyu obiyma.
Tam, de buvayem my, ne hasne vira v maybuttya,
Tam, de buvayem my, tam nashi znaydeni slova (tam chuty nashi imena).

Nechay vazkoyu bula doroha,
Na nas chekaye spravznya peremoha.
Shcho ye sylnishe viry u maybutnye?
Teper u serci koznim nashim chuty.

Pryspiv

Zhaday, shcho vidchay zibrav okremych,
Bo yich svyata meta usich z’yednala.
Ne varto, druze, zakryvaty dveri.
Dyvys' – vohni dosvitni zapalaly.

Pryspiv

Na shlyach do pravdy sklykayut' dzvony.
Chto, yak ne my, damo vidsich u boyu?
Nas klyche viter, obranciv doli,
Pohlyan – nas bezlich, a bulo tilky dvoye.

Pryspiv