Navkruh Chyhyrynu po stepu kurhany –
Tam mohyla skifa, slava kozakam,
Vony pam’yatayut' chervoni zupany,
Chuly holos Honty i Zaliznyaka.

Z Chernechoyi kruchi chuty stohin bolyu,
Podyvys', Tarase, na ditey svoyich,
Shcho zabuly movu, rozip’yaly volyu,
Nyni topchut' slavu pradidiv svyatych.

Hlyan na Ukrayinu, shcho v sim’yi yedyniy,
V sim’yi volniy noviy rozcvila, yak sad, –
Obryvaye viter z toho sadu kvity
I po vs'omu svitu pelyustky letyat'.

Shcho z nam skazut' lyudy? Shcho z nam skazut' vnuky?
Chto shche na Vkrayini bude panuvat'?
Rozryvayut' hrudy yiyi sestry ruky,
Ubyvayut' dushu – a syny movchat'.

Nashcho z didy nashi z lyachom voyuvaly
I navishcho Honta ubyvav syniv? –
Pravnuky Bohdanu konya osidlaly –
Vyyichav na ploshchu i zakam’yaniv.

Navkruh Chyhyrynu po stepu kurhany –
Tam mohyla skifa, slava kozakam,
Vony pam’yatayut' chervoni zupany,
Chuly holos Honty i Zaliznyaka.