Pid Kyyevom, pid Krutamy
Buv strashnyi biy z vorohamy.

Visim tysyach na odnoho,
Na studenta molodoho.

Vsi studenty sya zibraly,
Pid Krutamy sya ne daly.

Chervoniye snih na poli,
De prollyalas' krov heroyiv.

Vy, divchata, vsi choroshi,
Vyshyvayte chlopcyam noshi.

Nechay voroh lyutyi znaye,
Shcho Vkrayina voskresaye.