Na ulycy surma hraye,
Hey, to Sich v pochid vystupaye.

A hakata podurila,
Hey, yak chervoni lenty vzdrila.

– Pusty mene, moya maty,
Hey, ta za Sichev vandruvaty.

Budu tobi den oraty,*
Hey, try dni cipom molotyty.

Lita orel nebesamy,
Hey, ta nad namy, kozakamy.

Hey, ty, orle, ty, sokole,
Hey, povedy nas v chyste pole.

Za Rus' nashu – Ukrayinu,
Hey, mem borotys' do zahynu.

Buynyi viter povivaye,
Hey, tam Sich vpravy vidbuvaye.

My sya, brattya, ne lyakaymo,
Hey, v tovarystvo sya yednaymo.

V tovarystvi taya syla,
Hey, shcho hakatu me dusyla.

Ne budem yich vyhanyaty.
Hey, sami budut' utikaty.

Rus'ki chlopci – radykaly
Hey, "Sich" kozac'ku zasnuvaly.

V kozdim seli na Pidhir’yu,
Hey, nasha slava chodyt' v pir’yu.

Kozdyi chlopec' – yak ta perla,
Hey, ta spivaye "Shche ne vmerla".