Oy ta zazurylys' strilci sichoviyi,
Yak Zbruch richku prochodyly,
Shcho tilky narodu vpalo za svobodu,
Vstoyatys' ne bulo syly.

Oy yak zazurylys' strilci sichoviyi
Staly hirki slozy lyty.
Bude lyach proklyatyi bat'kamy oraty,
Materyamy volochyty.

Oy ne tishsya, lyashe, shcho po Zbruch to vashe,
Shche ne vmerla taya slava.
Vernut'sya shche tiyi strilci sichoviyi,
Zadrozyt' yeshche Varshava.