Skilky lit, skilky zym (2)
My ne bachylys', brate, z toboyu,
Dovhi petli dorih, i atak chornyi dym,
I u pekli my lyutoho boyu.

Slozy y bil materiv,
Hartuvaly nash hniv,
Rozstelyaly soldats'ki dorohy,
My nareshti diyshly, chuyesh bratyku miy,
Do zadanoyi tak peremohy.

Pryspiv:
Dev’yate travnya – hen vyshni rodyat' bilyi cvit,
Dev’yate travnya – medamy pachne cilyi svit,
Dev’yate travnya – taki my yuni shche buly,
Dev’yate travnya – tak dovho my do tebe yshly.
Dev’yate travnya – hen vyshni rodyat' bilyi cvit,
Dev’yate travnya – medamy pachne cilyi svit,
Dev’yate travnya – taki my yuni shche buly,
Dev’yate travnya – my peremohly.

Prapor nash boyovyi, prapor nash boyovyi,
Pronesly my po cilomu svitu.
Skilky nashych biyciv u cey ranok yasnyi,
Na planeti stoyat' u hraniti.

A by dityam tvoyim, aby dityam moyim,
Yich sercya...

Pryspiv