Yak zachuyu marsh kozac'kyi,
Bachu Vas ya molodych.
Letyat' koni v synim poli.
Day yim, Boze, peredych!
"D’Artanyany" Ukrayiny,
Zaporozci-smilchaky!
Yakby zyv ya v lita tiyi,
Tez pishov by v kozaky!

Pryspiv:
Lyubi, slavni "D’Artanyany",
Zaporozci-kozaky!
Vasha slava, ne polyaze
Bude lynut' u viky!

Chornu chmaru ya zumiyu
V Dykim poli nazdohnat',
Shchoby z neyu tysyach sorok
Syly vrazoyi zrubat';
Zachystyty Bohuslavok,
Shchob ne kraly osmachi;
Byty lyachiv i tatariv
Budu vden ya i vnochi!

Pryspiv