My – ljudy

Nashi mriyi ne zahynut,
Nashe shchastya ne pomre,
Nasha dumka polem zlyne,
Dolom pide, bo zyve.
Nasha volya nevmyrushcha,
Nasha dolya – u rukah,
Shcho nesut svii plid vsesushchyi
Nashyh dum, shcho u dumkah.

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