Chy to burya, chy to hrim,
Chy hude chmarolim,
Shcho zemlya na sto myl stohne hrizno?
Lyudy ydut', yak toy bir,
Chuty surmu: "Pozir!
V ryad stavay, shchob ne bulo zapizno!"

To dvyhnuvsya v pochod
Ukrayins'kyi narod,
Shchob zdobuty sobi luchshu dolyu,
Nay revut' boruny,
Ta nay b’yut' peruny,
Vin yak povin rozllyet'sya po polyu.

De z ye syla taka,
Shchob spynyty mohla,
Ves' narod, yak vin z miscya dvyhnet'sya.
Chuty klych: "Hey pozir!"
U rukach blys topir,
Duch roste, serce molotom b’yet'sya.