Oy tam, na Vkrayini,
V stepu nad shlyachom,
Chorniye mohyla
Z pochylym chrestom.

A vdoma divchyna
V’yane vsya z zurby, z tuhy:
"A de z ty, kozache,
Vernysya, vernysya!"

A shepche z-za vitru
Trava moloda:
Nechay ne rydaye
Divchyna sumna.

Bo chto za sviy narid
Dav zyttya dorohe,
Toy v Boha shchaslyvyi
I slaven bude!"