Kazala maty malomu synu:
Odyn ty v mene, ne ydy tudy,
Zahynut' prosto za Ukrayinu,
Ta panuvat' budut' dali katy.

Tviy pra-pra-pradid pid Berestechkom
Spochyv naviky miz cherepiv.
Inshym hatyly tu Sulu richku,
Toy vpav za Kyyiv, a toy za L'viv.

Hirkyi yich podvyh, nema heroyiv,
Nemaye doli, nema y mohyl.
I des' u poli rzaviye zbroya,
I slovo vishche prysypav pyl.

A syn ne viryt', syn mamu prosyt':
Pustit' ze mamo, bo mushu yty.
Vze vrazi kuli znov druziv kosyat',
I znov palayut' nashi chaty.

Bo did i bat'ko buly synamy
I tez ne maly po sto zyttiv,
Ta yshly do boyu i pomyraly,
Z blahoslovennyam materiv.

Yak nastupala lycha hodyna,
I byv na spoloch cerkovnyi dzvin,
To znov vstavala vsya Ukrayina
Z-pomiz hrobiv, z-pomiz ruyin.

Tak numo z, brate, z novoyi ery,
Z Karpats'kych hir, z Dnistrovych vod,
Nas nazyvayut', shcho my bandery,
Tak dovedimo z, shcho my narod.