Yak umru, to pochovayte
Mene na mohyli,
Sered stepu shyrokoho,
Na Vkrayini myliy.

Shchob lany shyrokopoli,
I Dnipro, i kruchi
Bulo vydno, bulo chuty,
Yak reve revuchyi.

Pochovayte ta vstavayte,
Kaydany porvite
I vrazoyu zloyu krov’yu
Volyu okropite.

I mene v sem’yi velykiy,
V sem’yi volniy, noviy,
Ne zabud'te pom’yanuty
Nezlym tychym slovom.