Uchitesya, braty moyi!
Uchites', chytayte,
I chuzomu nauchaytes',
Svoho ne curaytes':
Bo chto matir zabuvaye,
Toho Boh karaye,
Toho dity curayut'sya,
V chatu ne puskayut',
Chuziyi lyudy prohanyayut',
I nemaye zlomu
Na vsiy zemli bezkoneshniy
Veseloho domu.

Obnimit'te z, braty moyi,
Naymenshoho brata,
Nechay maty usmichnet'sya,
Zaplakana maty!
Blahoslovit' ditey svoyich
Tverdymy rukamy,
I ditochok pociluyte
Volnymy ustamy!
I zabudet'sya sramotna
Davnyaya hodyna,
I ozyve dobra slava,
Slava Ukrayiny,
I svit yasnyi, nevecherniy,
Tycho zasiyaye...
Obnimit'sya z, braty moyi,
Molyu vas, blahayu!