Oi tam u luzi

Oi tam u luzi, tam pry dorozi
Chervoni maky rozcvily.
Oi tam try brattya z Prykarpattya
Zyttya za volju viddaly.

Yih bulo troye, vsoho lysh troye,
Buly harmaty, shmaisery.
Vony ne znaly, shcho druh yih zradyt
Katam chervonoyi Moskvy.

Yak yih boyivku okruzyly,
Krychat: "Bandery, ruky vverh!"
Chtos kryknuv: "Slava Ukrayini!
My ne zdamosya, krashche smert!"

I tut try brattya pociluvalys,
Nihto poshchady ne prosyv.
I bilsh ne rvalysya harmaty
I kulemet ne stukotiv.

I my borotysya budemo
Proty proklyatyh vorohiv
I vichnu slavu pam’yaty
Pro muznih hlopciv, troh brativ.