Yak strilci ishly z Ukrayiny,
To slozy tremtily v ochah,
Bo kozdyi kydav divchynu
Na tyh shyrokyh, na tyh rozlohyh stepah.
Pryspiv:
Rozviyalys mriyi rozevi,
Mriyi moyi, ah moyi –
Na spomyn pro hvyli davniyi,
Ostavsya meni, ostavsya meni.
V horodi Yelysaveti
Tuzyly divchata v toi den,
I nylo serce z rozpuky,
I has u hrudyah, i has v ochkah ohen.
Poyizd pomchavsya striloyu
Na pryzabutyi Zapad,
A tilky pisnya krylata
Z dymom buyala, z dymom vertala nazad.