Oi tam u luzi, pry dorozi,
Chervoni ruzi zacvily...
Oi tam try brattya,
Zyttya za volju viddaly.
Yih bulo troye, tilky troye,
Maly hranaty, papashky –
Vony ne znaly, shcho druh zradyv
Katam chervonoyi Moskvy.
Katy kryyivku obstupyly,
Krychat: "Bandery! Ruky vverh!"
Chtos kryknuv: "Slava Ukrayini!"
"My ne zdamosya, krashche – smert!"
I obnyalysya vsi try druzi,
Nihto poshchady ne prosyv.
I tam hranaty bilsh ne rvalys
I kulemet bilsh ne strochyv.
Oi tam u luzi – try druzi,
Chervoni ruzi zacvily...
Oi tam try druzi molodiyi
Za Ukrayinu polyahly.