Skazy, Bohdane, p’yanyi buv,
Yak ciluvavsya z moskalyamy?
Yakyi shchaslyvyi, vchasno vmer,
A to b shmahaly batohamy!

Chy stavsya b toy, hanebnyi hrich,
Yak by buly chohos' my varti?
Yak by horilku ne pyly,
Na koznu pelku, az po kvarti!

I vse na het'mana vernimo:
– Bo my durni, bo my ne znayem!
My sami suchyyi syny,
Vkrayinu nashu rozpynayem!

Pryspiv:
Plach Ukrayino, plach,
Bo v tebe nemaye syniv.
Des' za okeanom,
V mohylach u moskaliv!
Vkrayino, plach! Plach moya neno!
Dolya tvoya taka.
Kolys' bula ty molodoyu,
A zaraz taka stara! Taka stara!