Lyubo, chlopci, lyubo vorohiv nam byt',
Bat'ka-otamana ridnoho lyubyt'!
Kone voronenkyi, ty yoho nesy
I vid ran smertelnych lyuboho spasy.
Bat'ko nash, Machno nechay pohulyaye,
Vsyudy yoho lyud rado zustrichaye.
A my dopomozem, vohnyu dodamo,
Bilych i chervonych kulyam viddamo,
Shchob zemlya ridnenka vilnoyu bula,
Zorya v Hulyay-poli nareshti ziyshla.
Bat'ku-otamane! My tvoyi syny,
Vid vohnyu ta dymu syvi yaseny.
Sterly pidkovy koni voronenki,
Blysku lyshylys' yich ochi ridnenki.
Ta kincya i krayu voroham nema.
Nakyn kozuch, bat'ku,
znov pryishla zyma.
Razom my z toboyu budemo hulyat',
Ukrayinu-matir ridnu vyzvolyat'.
Lyubo chlopci, lyubo vorohiv nam byt'
I bat'ka Nestora ridnoho lyubyt'!