Hei-hu, hei-ha

Hei-hu, hei-ha – take to v nas zyttya:
Naplechnyky hotovi – proshchai, moye divcha.
Sohodni pomandruyem – ne znayemo sami
De zavtra zanochuyem: chorty my lisovi!
Hei-hu, hei-ha – chorty my lisovi!
Hei-hu, hei-ha.

A yak pryidetsya staty zi zbroyeyu v rukah,
Bandera povede nas – zamaye hordo styah:
I sypnemo sto-tysyach u zuby satani,
A reshta ljucyferu – chorty my lisovi!
Hei-hu, hei-ha – chorty my lisovi!
Hei-hu, hei-ha!

Yak vpadesh, strilche, v pastku chy zlovyshsya na drit
Na vsi pytannya kata davai odyn odvit:
Shcho do OUN nalezav – a vozdem buv Yevhen –
Shchob slava zalunala daleko hen-hen-hen...
Hei-hu, hei-ha – daleko hen-hen-hen...
Hei-hu, hei-ha.

Prapor chervono-chornyi ce nashe znameno:
Chervone – ce kohannya, a chorne – pekla dno.
Usi divchata znayut pekelni barvy ci –
Zabuty yih ne mozut, chorty my lisovi!
Hei-hu, hei-ha – chorty my lisovi!
Hei-hu, hei-ha!