Chy to infanteriya?
Chy to kavaleriya?
Ni, to nasha slavna
Artyleriya!
Pryspiv:
Hei, hei, artyleriya! (2)
Vmiyut hutko stanuty,
Voroha pidhlyanuty,
I yak hradom-kartachamy
Razom hryanuty.
Koni hostro kovani,
Dobre pidhotovani,
A vsi hlopci pry harmatah,
Yak malovani.
A yak b’yut hranatamy
Za vrahamy klyatymy,
Syaye, syaye sonce voli
Nad harmatamy.