Oy zarosly ti dorohy travamy,
De chodyly nashi polky z choruhvamy.
Oy zacvyla, rozstelylasya lotava,
De rosla, de procvytala nasha slava.

A shlyachamy, de yshly strilci molodenki,
Tam panuyut', marshyruyut' vorizenky.
Nadletily ponad Kyyiv chorni chmary
Potoptaly nashu zemlenku tatary.

Ne tatary, ne polovci – polovchaky,
A moskovs'ke lyute plem’ya prepohane.
Zadzvonyly rano dzvony, zarydaly,
A my svoyu Ukrayinu pochovaly.

Nadletily lastivochky ta y zi schodu
Ta y prynesly dobru zvistku dlya narodu.
Shchebetaly, shcho mynet'sya ta ruyina,–
Stane, stane vilna, slavna Ukrayina.