Artist: Povstans'ki
Lyrics author: Йосип Струцюк | Music author: народна |
Zazurylys' chlopci, yak teper prozyty:
Stolochyly ordy nashe rannye zyto.
V nebi – chorni kruky, v poli – vovchi zhrayi,
A v chuzych kaydanach maty pomyraye.
Chto vrodyvsya vilnym – ne boyit'sya smerti,
Za kochanu zemlyu laden vin pomerty.
Do kativ nenavyst' – to naypersha zbroya,
Chto rabom ne schoche – stane shche heroyem.
U boyach zorstokych ran nichto ne lichyt',
Kozen z nas zahyne, yakshcho treba, trychi.
Bez shtykiv moskovs'kych, bez drotiv berlins'kych
Zytyme shchaslyvo narod ukrayins'kyi.
Ye v nas Bat'kivshchyna, bude shche Derzava,
Slava Ukrayini i heroyam slava!