Oy yak klyknuv pan otaman, a my vsi prybuly:
Ne zurysya, Ukrayino, syny ne zabuly.

Vedy, bat'ku otamane, na voroha v pole –
Zahlyadaty smerty v ochy i zyty na voly.

Ukrayino, Ukrayino, my vze za horamy,
Utikaye voroh lyutyi pered bunchukamy.

Slava tobi, otamane, slava Ukrayini,
V tebe slovo, u nas posluch – i my samostiyni.