Oi zarosly vze dorohy ta travamy

Oi zarosly vze dorohy ta travamy,
De hodyly nashi polky z horuhvamy,
I rozcvilas, rozstelylasya otava,
De rosla, de procvitala nasha slava.

Vze lysh shumy vitroviyi bushuvaly,
De revily hakivnyci z harmatamy.
A shlyahamy, de ishly strilci molodenki,
Tam panuyut, marshyruyut vorizenky.

Zadzvonyly sumno dzvony, zarydaly,
Znov my nashu Ukrayinu pohovaly,
Pohovaly v ljutim boyu, v temnyh borah,
Tam u tyurmah, v chuzynskyh taborah.

Pryletily lastivochky hen zi shodu
Ta i prynesly dyvnu vistku dlya narodu.
Shchebetaly, shcho skinchytsya ta Ruyina,
Vstane nasha slavna, vilna Ukrayina.