Chy to hrim zahrymiv, chy to viter zashumiv

Chy to hrim zahrymiv, chy to viter zashumiv,
Shcho stolitni duby zatrishchaly?
To moskovski vovky na nash krai dorohyi,
Mov toi vyhor na step, nalitaly.

Chy to hrim zahrymiv, chy to viter zashumiv,
Shcho zemlya na sto myl hraye hrizno?
Vid Kubani do hir chuty holos brativ:
"V ryad stavai, shchob ne bulo zapizno!"

V ryad stavai, ne barys, na nishcho ne dyvys –
Chy do pekla pidemo, chy do neba,
Kydai nenku staru, kydai ljubku i sestru,
Bo nastala velyka potreba.

Bo nastav takyi chas, shcho umre kozen z nas
Ne na lizku, a v boyu u krovi,
I v hodynu vazku my zhadayem Vitchyznu,
Bo za neyi vmyraly my z ljubovi.

My borolys, ishly, do mety my ne diishly,
No pro nas hovorytymut ljudy,
Shcho borolys kolys, polyahly, a ne zdalys,
My kaidany pirvaly na shtuky.

Oi ty, vraze, tikai, pokydai nash ridnyi krai,
Bo hospodar do haty vertaye,
Oi ty, temnaya nich, probudys chym skorish –
Na Vkrayini hai sonechko zasyaye.