Oi zarosly vsi dorohy ta travamy

Oi zarosly vsi dorohy ta travamy,
De hodyly nashi polky z horuhvamy.
Oi zacvyla, postelylasya otava,
De rosla ta procvytala nasha slava.

Oi zashumy, vitroviyu: "Shcho chuvaty,
De hrymily hakivnyci ta harmaty?"
"A shlyahamy, de ishly strilci molodenki,
Tam panuyut, marsheruyut vorozenky".

Pryletila lastivochka az zi shodu
Ta i prynesla dyvnu vistku dlya narodu,
Shchebetala, shcho skinchylasya ruyina,
Vstane nasha vilna, slavna Ukrayina.