Cherez Kyyiv na Vkrayinu bytyi shlyach biliye,
Yak zhadayu, mylyi druze, to az serce mliye.

Ruynuvaly, plyundruvaly proklyati chekisty,
Znushchalys' nad narodom pidli komunisty.

Z cerkov nashych porobyly teatralni sali,
Oy ne daymos' nad soboyu tak znushchatys' dali.

Odnak, kozen lycar – slavnyi, kozac'koho rodu,
My pidemo za Vkrayinu z vorohom do boyu.

Ridnyi Kyyiv vidberemo – vin stane mohuchyi,
Ukrayinci usmichnut'sya nad Dniprom revuchym.