Dev’yate travnya

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

Slozy i bil materiv,
Hartuvaly nash hniv,
Rozstelyaly soldatski dorohy,
My nareshti diishly, chuyesh bratyku mii,
Do zadanoyi tak peremohy.

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

Prapor nash boiovyi, prapor nash boiovyi,
Pronesly my po cilomu svitu.
Skilky nashyh biiciv u cei ranok yasnyi,
Na planeti stoyat u hraniti.

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

Pryspiv