Tam na hori, na Makivci, zacvila kalyna,
B’yut'sya strilci na Makivci, cila Ukrayina.

Tam Olena Stepanivna z strilcyamy voyuye,
B’yut'sya strilci na Makivci, vona bandazuye.

Bandazuye, zavyvaye vsi strilec'ki rany.
Vona krashcha tovaryshka vid ridnoyi mamy.

Ukrayina, Ukrayina, a my tvoyi dity,
Zabraly nas vorozenky – musymo terpity.