Yichav strilec' na viynonku,
Prashchav svoyu divchynonku:
– Prashchay, mylenka, chornobryvenka,
Ya ydu v chuzuyu storononku.

Prashchay, prashchay, prashchay, prashchay,
My ydemo v biy za ridnyi kray,
My ydemo v biy, krivavyi biy,
Za ridnyi kray, za narid sviy.

Idut' sichoviyi strilci, za nymy viter viye,
Smiyet'sya sonce z-poza chmar – Ukrayina radiye,
I b’yet'sya serce u hrudyach, i pisnya hen lunaye,
Chto lyubyt' rodymyi kray, chay z namy pospishaye.