O maty, zakuta v kaydany,
Chy chuyesh ty bryazkit kaydan?
Yak narid skatovanyi plache,
Och skilky terpinnya i ran.

Chy chuyesh ty, druze-yunache,
Po tyurmach toy bryazkit kaydan?
Nam sorom, shcho zvut' nas rabamy.
Och skilky terpinnya i ran.

Chy bachysh – Dnipro vysychaye,
Porohy shumity stayut'.
Zozuli po drevach sidayut',
Ukrayini dolyu kuyut'.

Chy bachysh – Karpaty sumuyut',
Dyvlyachys' na hore syniv.
A viter tychenko po polyu
Roznosyt' miy zalibnyi spiv.

Chy bachysh – zyta pochylylys',
Ty siyav – vono ne tvoye.
Ty muchyvs' shchodnya i shchonochi,
A voroh iz noho zyye.

Boyi my dyvylys' malymy,
I v serci kazaly sobi:
– Dlya tebe zyvem, Ukrayino,
Shchob volyu zdobuty tobi.