Pidem luhom, pidem hayem
Zillya, kvitok nazbyrayem.

Pryspiv:
Hey pomozy nam, Boze,
Dovershyty dilo hoze, hey!

Pyshne zillyachko, kvitochky
Posylyayem u vinochky.

V luzi, druzi, i pid hayem
Vsi mohylky zakvitchayem.

Za vsich strilciv, shcho v bytvi vpaly,
Zlozym molytvu:

"Nashych strilchykiv-heroyiv,
Pryimy, Boze, v carstvo svoye.

Vkrayini day, Boze, volyu,
Polehshu i krashchu dolyu".