Chy to hrim zahrymiv, chy to viter zashumiv,
Shcho stolitni duby zatrishchaly?
To moskovs'ki vovky na nash kray dorohyi,
Mov toy vychor 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 stavay, shchob ne bulo zapizno!"

V ryad stavay, ne barys', na nishcho ne dyvys' –
Chy do pekla pidemo, chy do neba,
Kyday nenku staru, kyday lyubku 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 lyubovi.

My borolys', ishly, do mety my ne diyshly,
No pro nas hovorytymut' lyudy,
Shcho borolys' kolys', polyahly, a ne zdalys',
My kaydany pirvaly na shtuky.

Oy ty, vraze, tikay, pokyday nash ridnyi kray,
Bo hospodar do chaty vertaye,
Oy ty, temnaya nich, probudys' chym skorish –
Na Vkrayini chay sonechko zasyaye.