Chleny chytalni, yednaymosya, brattya,
Shchob zhurtuvaly my cile selo,
Shchoby nam z nevoli sonce zasvitylo,
Za chorni chmary shchoby ne zayshlo.

Z-pid nashych nyziv, selyans'kych strichiv,
My nesemo knyzku – vona nas navchyt'.
Shcho my kolys', shcho my postrazdaly,
Za shcho nash narid nyni tak terpyt'.

My chochem voli, my chochem doli,
Chochemo letity, rozvyvaty kray,
Chochemo letity, chochemo prosvity,
Yak tam, yak tam, yak tam dalekyi kray.

De z nasha slava, slava krovava,
De nashi het'many – sichovi strilci?
Shche yak yich zabraly, vse poruynuvaly,
A my, narod, narodni zebraky.

Ne biysya, brate, sotnya polyaze –
Tysyacha povstanciv vstane do borby.
Iz tyazkoy nevoli zdem zyttya na voli,
Povstanut' vsi zakovani z tyurmy.

Tyn zruynuvaly, vse splyundruvaly,
De stoyaly shkoly – nastaly tyurmy,
A tyuremni yamy – nashymy kistkamy,
Vidday, vidday Ukrayinu nazad!