Kriz' chmary, kriz' buri, kriz' hory zavad,
U zdvyzi hartovanim, z pisneyu v lad,
Z tryzubom na zovto-blakytnomu tli
Ydemo my do slavy nezlamni v borni
Za volyu i pracyu v derzavi svoyiy.

Nishcho nas ne spynyt', lunaye nash klych:
"Nay bude Vkrayina svobidna navik!
Z Kubani do lemkiv – derzava odna!
Micna, nezalezna, soborna, cila,
U sviti – povazna, dlya nas – doroha!"