Vyshnevyi sadok poris bur’yanom,
Yak serce kozac'ke v stepu polynom,
Rozbyti dorohy probyte selo,
Shche y nas zapryahayut' v cherhove yarmo.

Chort zabyray, chort zabyray!
Chort zabyray, berezy nas Boze!

Hanebnaya pravda – yak hory smittya,
Vid Syanu do Donu – krasyve zyttya.
Miy Kyyiv vtrachaye shlyachetnist' vikiv!
Shcho dali – Odesa? Na cherzi ye L'viv...

Chort zabyray, chort zabyray!
Chort zabyray, berezy nas Boze!

Pryspiv:
Rushnyk vyshyvanyi, na pokutti ikona.
Ya v babyniy chati, ya znovu vdoma.
I bayduze te, shcho tobi skazut' chuzi,
Bo ye nayvazlyvishym te, shcho skazesh ty.
Rushnyk vyshyvanyi, teplyi chlib na stoli.
Nemaye v sviti ridnishe zemli.
Poky moyi sady ne stomylys' cvisty –
Meni ye shcho skazat', ye shcho vidpovisty.

A chorniyi diry nas vablyat' i zdut'.
Prollyut' nashu krov, potim nam prodadut'.
Hoduyut' prymaramy tysyachi lit,
Stravyly zseredyny slavnyi miy rid!

My holi i bosi, tomu nedarma
Vidkryteye nebo ye nasha dusha.
Ta dushu rozderly na Zachid, na Schid,
Chuzynci vze pyshut' za nas "Zapovit".

Chort zabyray, chort zabyray!
Chort zabyray, berezy nas Boze!

Pryspiv

I poky u druha shche spalach v ochach,
Vidchuy yoho ruku, i chay zhyne strach!
Na pryu chy na kil – vybyraty tobi,
Zahynuty v boyu chy hnyty v tyurmi.

A chto z ty – kripak chy kozak?
Chto z ty – kripak chy kozak?
Chto z ty – kripak chy kozak?
Navoloch chy heroy?

Pryspiv