Oy tam u luzi, pry dorozi,
Chervoni ruzi zacvily...
Oy tam try brattya,
Zyttya za volyu viddaly.

Yich bulo troye, tilky troye,
Maly hranaty, papashky –
Vony ne znaly, shcho druh zradyv
Katam chervonoyi Moskvy.

Katy kryyivku obstupyly,
Krychat': "Bandery! Ruky vverch!"
Chtos' kryknuv: "Slava Ukrayini!"
"My ne zdamosya, krashche – smert'!"

I obnyalysya vsi try druzi,
Nichto poshchady ne prosyv.
I tam hranaty bilsh ne rvalys'
I kulemet bilsh ne strochyv.

Oy tam u luzi – try druzi,
Chervoni ruzi zacvily...
Oy tam try druzi molodiyi
Za Ukrayinu polyahly.