Banduryste, orle syzyi,
Dobre tobi, brate, –
Mayesh kryla, mayesh sylu,
Ye koly litaty.
Teper letysh v Ukrayinu,
Tebe vyhlyadayut'.
Poletiv by y ya z toboyu,
Ta chto pryvitaye.

Ya y tut chuzyi, odynokyi,
I na Ukrayini
Ya syrota, miy holube,
Yak i na chuzyni.
Choho z serce b’yet'sya, rvet'sya?
Ya tam odynokyi.
Odynokyi... a Vkrayina,
A stepy shyroki.

Tam poviye buynesenkyi,
Yak brat zahovoryt'.
Tam v shyrokim poli volya,
Tam synyeye more.
Vyhravaye, chvalyt' Boha,
Tuhu rozhanyaye.
Tam mohyly z buynym vitrom
V stepu rozmovlyayut'.

Rozmovlyayut', sumuyuchy,
Otaka yich mova:
"Bulo kolys' – mynulosya,
Ne vernet'sya znovu".
Poletiv by, posluchav by,
Zaplakav by z nymy.
Ta ba, dolya pryborkala
Miz lyud'my y chuzymy.

Banduryste, orle syzyi,
Dobre tobi, brate –
Mayesh kryla, mayesh sylu,
Ye koly litaty.
Teper letysh v Ukrayinu,
Tebe vyhlyadayut'.
Poletiv by ya z toboyu,
Ta chto pryvitaye.