Pobyly, popalyly, hroshi do vitru pustyly.
Radyly, balakaly, kryvdoyu curaly.
Ale ne bachyly, ne peredbachyly.
Lyudey on skilky povalyly!?
Poplakaly, povidvertalysya.
V rot himna nabraly!

Pryspiv:
Vam nezabarom bude shana odna!
Bisytys' z zyru nebezpechna hra.
Klasty svoyu provynu na plechi chuzi!
Ce nehidno velykych! Tak chy ni!?
Trymay may prostir micnishe micnishe!
Ne movchy! Ne movchy! Ne movchy!
Pam’yatay yakomoha bilshe bilshe!
Movchy! Movchy! Movchy!

Karakuli ponapysaly,
Ne mozete daty yim rady.
Vvazayete sebe orakulamy,
Ce, yak layno bez zadu.
Ale ne bachyly, ne peredbachyly
Ochi poopuskaly,
Chy dumaly vy srakoyu,
A v rot hivna nabraly!?

Pryspiv