Pryspiv:
Ukrayina, prokydaysya...
Ukrayina, vid snu pidiymaysya...
Ukrayina, do svoho Boha povertaysya...

Ya chastyna chvoroyi naciyi,
V niy zyvu ya i zahynu.
I bolyache materi
Nashiy nenci Ukrayini.

Podilyly vse, posvataly,
Viddaly vse chuzyni,
Dity sily ta zaplakaly,
Bat'ky yich ne lyubyly.

Svarylys' ta rozbihlysya
Na schid ta zachid soncya
Ta y shche parkan postavyly,
Shchob ne chodyty v hosti.

Brativ svoyich polyshyly
V bahni po sami vucha,
A potim nasmichalysya
Vdyahavshy kapelyucha.

Pryspiv

Bat'ky ditey navchaly:
Ne stan, synu, rozbyshakoyu.
Nu, a dity yak i zavzdy
Dyvylysya na tata.

Lyubovi ne navchyly,
Pro yiyi lyshe navchaly,
Nashchadky ne narodylysya,
A vze lycha zaznaly.

Zdorovi vsi vtikaly
Z ciyeyi polonyny,
Nu, a chvori dozyvaly
Do svoyeyi hodyny.

Zemlya sila ta zaplakala,
Zaplakalo i nebo
I dereva pochylylysya
Nad samym Borysfenom.

Ya chastyna chvoroyi naciyi,
Taka bo tyazka dolya,
Ale budu zyty, namahatysya
Lyubyty lyudey ta Boha.

Budu zyty, namahatysya
Lyubyty lyudey ta Boha... (2 ryadky – 2)

Pryspiv

Vin chekaye...

Budu zyty, namahatysya
Lyubyty lyudey ta Boha... (bahato raziv)