Bil – zatayenyi v tobi
Chornoyu smoloyu,
Bil – zatayenyi v meni
Ranoyu zyvoyu.

Pryspiv:
Toz prosty meni, miy brate,
Ya use tobi proshchayu,
Polyuby lysh Ukrayinu
Tak, yak ya yiyi kochayu!
Tak, yak ya yiyi kochayu!

Ty strilyav i ya strilyav –
Kuli ne na viter,
V sybiry mene ty hnav,
Ya vtikav izvidty.

Pryspiv

Ne zmyvayut' krov doshchi,
Z tym nam treba zyty,
Ale svitlo u dushi
Musym zasvityty!

Pryspiv