Yak strilci yshly z Ukrayiny,
To slozy tremtily v ochach,
Bo kozdyi kydav divchynu
Na tych shyrokych, na tych rozlohych stepach.

Pryspiv:
Rozviyalys' mriyi rozevi,
Mriyi moyi, ach moyi –
Na spomyn pro chvyli davniyi,
Ostavsya meni, ostavsya meni.

V horodi Yelysaveti
Tuzyly divchata v toy den,
I nylo serce z rozpuky,
I has u hrudyach, i has v ochkach ohen.

Poyizd pomchavsya striloyu
Na pryzabutyi Zapad,
A tilky pisnya krylata
Z dymom buyala, z dymom vertala nazad.