Het'man zabuvsya u sni u kozac'komu kureni.
Varta posnula vnochi – splyat' kozaky.
A chy my naspravdi durni, a chy kymos' obdureni?
A, moze, zamicno spymo, bo my ye taki, bo my ye taki...

Nash koshovyi otaman vchora buv namy obranyi
I vsi my za slavu yoho poklaly kistky.
I tymy kistkamy Maydan trysta rokiv yak vdobrenyi...
Ta my zabuly pro ce, bo my ye taki, bo my ye taki...

Ni, my ne buly durni u pidpanshchynu rus'kuyu!
Ce dushi skalichyly nam bilshovyky.
My vkrylysya sharom brechni, yak ryb’yachoyu luskoyu
I breshemo sami sobi, bo my ye taki, bo my ye taki..

I yak nas nazvaty lyud'my i yak nas probachyty?!
My Ukrayinu svoyu roztyahly na shmatky.
I tilky y navchylysya my, shcho krasty y pyyachyty.
I chto nas probachyt' za te, shcho my ye taki? Shcho my ye taki...

Kaze v rozmovi susid, shcho ne pide na vybory.
Chata u noho nova, hroshey pachky...
I znovu moskal abo zyd nashu dolyu nam vybere...
I zytyme sam zamist' nas, bo my ye taki, bo my ye taki...

De z my teper idemo, yak ne bachymo obriyu?
A! Pidem, kudy povedut' novitni panky...
I znovu na shyyu yarmo, a chy vidrazu na dobryvo.
Ta my z vamy zhidni y na ce, bo my ye taki, bo my ye taki...

Het'man zabuvsya u sni u kozac'komu kureni.
Varta posnula vnochi – splyat' kozaky.
A chy my naspravdi durni, a chy shche budem obdureni?
Ta, mabut', zamicno spymo, bo my ye taki, bo my ye taki...