Vhoru prapor!

Vysoko styah nash pidnesim,
Prapor nash malynovyi,
Stavaimo v hurt usi pry nim
Do boyu vse hotovi.

Chto hoche shchastya, svobody,
U koho orli kryla,
Do nas u Sich, do nas v ryady,
U zluci, mic i syla.

Yak skripne tilo i duh zroste,
Mohutnoyu Sich stane,
Kolyshnya slava ozyve,
Rabstva pirvem kaidany.

Syny katovanyh batkiv,
Pid styahy Sichoviyi!
Ne zlomlyat z’yednanyh borciv
Vorozyh syl zatiyi.

U karnyh kadrah nasha rat
Hotova shcho hvylyny
Borotysya, zyttya viddat
Dlya shchastya Ukrayiny.

I shchastye te dobudem my
Rokamy trudiv, boyu,
Shchob nashyh nashchadkiv syny
Vtishylys svobodoyu.