Vzyaw by ya banduru, nastroyiv, zahraw,
Shchoby holos pisni do nebes lunaw.
Nyvamy, lisamy ponad luhiw cvit,
Hey letila b pisnya u dalekyi svit.
Lynula by pisnya, mriy moyich dytya,
Miz zneviru vnesla novyi klych zyttya.
Lynula by pisnya, hey toy cvit vyshen,
Solodka yak mriya, palka yak ohen.
A de b ne torknulas’ kraychykom krylec’,
Tam splyvala b radist’, do sumnych serdec’.
I would take a bandura, tune it and play
So that the voice of the song soars to the heavens.
Over the p[lains and forests and the fields of flowers,
hey, let our song fly into the far reaches of the world.
Our song would fly, the dream of my childhood,
And where there is mistrust would carry a new call of life.
Our song would fly, hey this beautiful cherry blossom,
Sweet as a dream, burning as the flame.
And where it would touch with the edges of its wings,
There joy would float into saddened hearts.