Vzyav by ya banduru, nastroyiv, zahrav,
Shchoby holos pisni do nebes lunav.
Nyvamy, vodamy ponad luhiv cvit,
Hey letila b pisnya u dalekyi svit.

Lynula by pisnya, mriy moyich dytya,
Miz zneviru vnesla novyi klych zyttya.
Do borby kripyla za dobro, krasu,
Za bezdolnyi narid, za spravu svyatu.

Lynula by pisnya, hey toy cvit vyshen,
Solodka yak mriya, palka yak ohen.
A de b ne torknulas' kraychykom krylec',
Tam splyvala b radist', do sumnych serdec'.