Vzyav by ya banduru, nastroyiv, zahrav,
Shchoby holos pisni do nebes lunav.
Nyvamy, vodamy ponad luhiv cvit,
Hei letila b pisnya u dalekyi svit.
Lynula by pisnya, mrii moyih dytya,
Miz zneviru vnesla novyi klych zyttya.
Do borby kripyla za dobro, krasu,
Za bezdolnyi narid, za spravu svyatu.
Lynula by pisnya, hei toi cvit vyshen,
Solodka yak mriya, palka yak ohen.
A de b ne torknulas kraichykom krylec,
Tam splyvala b radist, do sumnyh serdec.