Tam, de polyahla namarno
Armiya moya slavna, –
Tam upav ostanniy prapor,
Mochom porosly chresty.
Voyiny lezat', shche dity,
Bachat' uvi sni lito...
To bula nadiya svitu –
Armiya Svitla.

Pryspiv:
Armiya Svitla.

Yichni imena zabuti
Vse shche ponad namy svityat',
Choch nichto ne pryhadaye,
Poshcho buly vbyti.
Tilky arnika kvituye
Pid suzir’yamy ryasnymy,
Dovhymy, yak smert', nochamy
Plachut' solov’yi za nymy.

Pryspiv

Ya pidu v daleki hory,
Hordyi prapor pidnimu ya,
I skazu vysokym zoryam,
Shcho pit'ma teper panuye.
Ale bude biy ostanniy
Miz pit'moyu i miz namy,
I koly yiyi poklychut',
Armiya – vstane!

Pryspiv