Choch pam’yati shchyri, shanuymos' panove,
A pam’yat' v narodu idy vidbery.
Hen-zovto-blakytni, a hen-malynovi,
Na ratushach nashi, cvitut' prapory.

Likuyemo zmorshky, vertayemo slovo
Pid skronyam lyshylysya tilky yamy
Vertayut' leleky dodomu, panove,
Do neba sviy pohlyad spryamuyemo my.

Pryspiv:
Zdavalos' ne varto nam Boha hnivyty,
Vze holub povoli zdiymaye u vyr,
Shanuymos' panove, nam zyty i zyty,
Koly ne zvonyla v sercya nam Sybir,
Oy de vy, oy de vy, lita molodiyi,
Vy des' rozhubylys' v shaleniy viyni,
Ta chto z nas ne mriyav pid dzvony Sofiyi
V’yidzaty u Kyyiv na bilim koni. (ost 2 ryadky – 2)

Pryspiv