Oy tam u luzi pry dolyni
Chervoni rozi rozcvily.
A tam try brattya z Prykarpattya
Zyttya za volyu viddaly.

Yich bulo troye v tiy kryyivci,
Maly hranaty, papashky.
Vony ne znaly, shcho druh zradyt'
Katam chervonoyi Moskvy.

Katy kryyivku obstupyly,
Krychat': "Zdavaysya, ruky vverch!"
A chtos' tam kryknuv: "Slava Ukrayini!
My ne zdamosya, krashche smert'!"

Try druzi movchky vciluvalys',
Nichto proshchannya ne blahav.
Pochaly rvatysya hranaty
I kulemet zaklekotav.