Skazy nam, chto ty, my musym to znaty
I svoye zyttya tobi v ruky viddaty
Na poli boyu syly nerivni
Ty budesh za nas do smerti stoyaty

To pevno toy, komu pravdy zamalo
V starych ustavach tvoyich pravyl nemaye
To pevno toy, chyyeyu krov’yu
Napysana pisnya nashoyi voli

Pryspiv:
Heroy, heroy, heroy, povertaysya zyvym
Heroy, heroy, heroy, my mayem buty taki, yak ty
Heroy, heroy, heroy, ty nam potriben zyvym
Heroy, heroy, heroy, my mayem buty taki, yak ty

I lyudy, yak stiny, proty sebe stoyaly
Vid strachu smerti svoyu zbroyu styskaly
I zakrychav chtos' "Hey pustit' molodoho"
My pidem za nym vsi odyn do odnoho

To pevno toy, chto moze i vmiye
Komu sebe spokiyno dovirysh
To pevno toy, chyyeyu krov’yu
Napysana pisnya nashoyi voli

Pryspiv

Heroy – to ne toy, chto letyt' do soncya i palyachy kryla padaye vnyz
A toy, chto vernet'sya do lyudey, shob yim pokazaty kuda treba yty
Tyahnysya do soncya, ne palyachy kryla, ty nam potriben tilky zyvyi
Tyahnysya do soncya...

Pryspiv

Heroy, heroy, heroy...