My ydemo v biy, my ydemo v biy po zharyshchach ruyiny,
Za ridnyi kray, za narid sviy, za volyu Ukrayiny.

My ydemo v biy, zemlya drozyt', radiyut' hory, stepy,
Bo nas u biy blahoslovyt' mohuchyi duch Mazepy.

– O druzi, brattya, po tyurmach ne chas nam sumuvaty,
Ideya nasha presvyata ne dast' nam pohybaty.

Nam ne strashnyi chervonyi Kreml, ni dyki ordy schodu,
Nas v biy vede svyatyi tryzub, znam’ya vilnoho rodu.

Shchasty nam Boh, rozbyty loch, de hyne nasha Maty,
Shchob z neyu vraz v pobidy chas voskresnyi den strichaty.