Iz-za hory vysokoyi
Viter povivaye.
Hey! Hey! Molod kozachenko
Doma ne buvaye.

Pryishov vze vin nad Zbruch-richku,
Kalamutni vody.
Hey! Hey! Richko nevelychka,
Tyazki v tebe brody.

Ohlyanuvsya pozad sebe –
Horyat' nashi sela.
Hey! Hey! Ridna Ukrayino,
Sumna-nevesela.

Yde pichota, yde kinnota,
Kotyat'sya harmaty.
Hey! Hey! A vse halychany
Kincya ne vydaty.

Pospishayut' halychany,
Pit yim ochi vyyiv.
Hey! Hey! Heneraly kazut':
"Na Kyyiv, na Kyyiv!"

Az nad’yichav sam Tarnavs'kyi,
Vdaryly z harmaty.
Hey! Hey! A vze z komunistiv
Slidu ne vydaty.

A v Kyyevi halychaniv
Cvitom obkydaly.
"Hey! Hey! Slava Ukrayini!"
Hurtom zaspivaly.