Hei, hulyaye polem kuryava po stepam

Na rukah chervoni kaidaniv rubci,
A poza spynoyu hlopci-molodci.
Katorha mynula, hynut vsi pany,
Ustavai zi mnoyu, hodi sydity.

Shvydshe z-pid, z-za strihy zbroyu vytyahai,
Bude, bude vilnym stepovyi nash krai.
Nimcya-avstriyaka tyahnem do hillya,
Pana i komisara sadym na palya.

Pryspiv:
Hei, hulyaye polem kuryava po stepam,
Pid praporom chornym sune otaman.
Z obriyu do obriyu volenka bez mez,
Hei, nas ne vpiimayesh, ne vizmesh.

Ditochok ta zinku v hati zalyshy,
Voronyh letyuchyh z pluha rozpryazy.
Ta strichky na hrudy, v brychku – kulemet,
Za selyansku dolju rushymo vpered.

Pryspiv

Yak na Perekopi bilyh porubav,
Zrady bilshovyckoyi zertvoyu upav,
Yak ponad Dunayem pereishov kordon,
Cvyntar u Paryzi – otamana son.