Lita orel, lita syzyi
Popid nebesamy;
Hulya Maksym, hulya bat'ko
Stepamy-lisamy.
Oy litaye orel syzyi,
A za nym orlyata;
Hulya Maksym, hulya bat'ko,
A za nym chlop’yata.

Zaporozci ti chlop’yata,
Syny yoho, dity,
Pomirkuye, zahadaye,
Chy byty, chy pyty,
Chy tancyuvat', to y ushkvaryat',
Az zemlya tryaset'sya.
Zaspivaye – zaspivayut',
Az lycho smiyet'sya.

Horilku, med ne charkoyu –
Postavcem cherkaye,
A voroha, zaplyushchyvshys',
Kata, ne mynaye.
Otakyi-to nash otaman,
Orel syzokrylyi!
I voyuye, i harcyuye
Z usiyeyi syly.

Nema v noho ni oseli,
Ni sadu, ni stavu...
Step i more; skriz' bytyi shlyach,
Skriz' zoloto y slava.
Shanuytesya z, vrazi syny,
Skazeni sobaky:
Yde Zaliznyak Chornym shlyachom,
Za nym haydamaky.

Otakyi-to nash otaman,
Orel syzokrylyi!
I voyuye, i harcyuye
Z usiyeyi syly.
Shanuytesya z, vrazi syny,
Skazeni sobaky:
Yde Zaliznyak Chornym shlyachom,
Za nym haydamaky.