Yevshan-zillya, yevshan-zillya
Shcho roste na Ukrayini,
U troyandach, u romashkach,
U voloshkach v zyti synich.
Tam nastoyuyut'sya chary
Na hirkomu chebreci,
Vyp’yesh ty c'oho uzvaru
I pozvut' miscya blyz'ki.

Pryspiv:
De vitry vdychav stepovi,
De kochanu ciluvav,
De do ranku u dibrovi
Z neyu sonce zustrichav.
De richky techut' blakytni,
Dozrivaye urozay,
Vyp’yesh zillya, znovu ridnyi
Pryhadayesh mylyi kray!

Ty yoho stepiv dytyna,
Ty yoho laniv pluha,
Ce dlya tebe Ukrayina
Zhotuvala sviy uzvar.
Z polovec'koyi davnyny
Mif zberihsya u vikach,
Shcho lyubov do Bat'kivshchyny
Zillya zbudzuye v sercyach.

Pryspiv

Yevshan-zillya, yevshan-zillya
Shcho roste na Ukrayini,
U troyandach, u romashkach,
U voloshkach, v slovi mylim.
Vyp’yesh ty c'oho uzvaru
I dodomu povede,
Serce stomlene stezynu
V Bat'kivshchynu vidnayde.

Pryspiv