Nashi mriyi ne zahynut',
Nashe shchastya ne pomre,
Nasha dumka polem zlyne,
Dolom pide, bo zyve.
Nasha volya nevmyrushcha,
Nasha dolya – u rukach,
Shcho nesut' sviy plid vsesushchyi
Nashych dum, shcho u dumkach.

Pryspiv:
Ot my tut, narodzeni vitrom,
My tut, osvyacheni svitlom,
Stoyimo pid rev urahanu,
V nebi spokiynomu tonem.

Nashe sonce ne zchorniye,
Nashe nebo ne vpade,
Nashu pravdu viter viye,
Nasha hordist' shche zroste.
Nashi rozumy ne stliyut',
Nasha molodist' pry nas,
I tila borotys' vmiyut'
Za ideyu i za chas.

Pryspiv