My idemo v bii, my idemo v bii po zharyshchah ruyiny,
Za ridnyi krai, za narid svii, za volju Ukrayiny.
My idemo v bii, zemlya drozyt, radiyut hory, stepy,
Bo nas u bii blahoslovyt mohuchyi duh Mazepy.
– O druzi, brattya, po tyurmah ne chas nam sumuvaty,
Ideya nasha presvyata ne dast nam pohybaty.
Nam ne strashnyi chervonyi Kreml, ni dyki ordy shodu,
Nas v bii vede svyatyi tryzub, znam’ya vilnoho rodu.
Shchasty nam Boh, rozbyty loh, de hyne nasha Maty,
Shchob z neyu vraz v pobidy chas voskresnyi den strichaty.