Cherez Kyyiv na Vkrayinu bytyi shlyach chorniye,
Yak zhadayu brata svoho – samo serce mliye.

Zruynuvaly Ukrayinu chervoni chekisty,
Znushchayut'sya nad narodom klyati komunisty.

Z cerkov nashych porobyly katranniyi sali,
Ne damo my nad narodom tak znushchatys' dali.

A my, brattya-ukrayinci, kozac'koho rodu,
My polyazem za Vkrayinu, yiyi chest', svobodu.

I zamaye styah pobidy v nas nad holovamy,
Rozirvemo vrazi yarma, rozkuyem kaydany.

Paslo divcha try korovy popid hay izkrayu,
Nadybalo mohylochku, zaplakalo z zalyu.

Bo zhadalo brata svoho, shcho zahynuv v boyu,
I yoho des' pochovaly, des' u chystim poli.

Zvyla vinchyk barvinkovyi, Bohu pomolylas',
I mohyla ne ta stala, niby zveselylas'.