Bachyv misyac', yak uchora
Mohylu kopaly
I v mohylu tu hlyboku
Tarasa spuskaly.

Proshchay, ridnyi nash Tarase,
Proshchay, ridnyi brate,
Spravdi, lehshe v svoyiy zemli
I kistkam lezaty.

Zachynylos' na Vkrayini
Pokutnye vikonce,
Zachovalos' pid zemleyu
Ukrayins'ke sonce.

Spy, Tarase, bat'ku ridnyi,
Poky chas ne zbude,
Tvoyu pisnyu Ukrayina
Povik ne zabude.