A nation reborn through blood and blisters
With sharp words of truth and metal shields
Golden fields of grains gently whisper
Victory is ours,
Victory is near
Fields are free of vicious weeds. 
It always will be Ukraine.
Graceful, holy, and free
Will never be shackled
For her soul is clear,
For her soul is dear,
For her heart is free.
The truth, the unity, the love, and freedom
Are her weapons against the wicked lips
No thoughts, no words, not even weapons
Could blow her down to the oppressor’s feet.
It always will be Ukraine.
Graceful, holy, and free
Will never be shackled
For her soul is clear,
For her soul is dear,
For her heart is free.

Нація, відроджена через кров і пухирі Iз зострими словами правди і металевими щитами. Золоті поля зерна ніжно шепочуть Перемога близько, Перемога за нами Поля вільні від злісних бур’янів. Завжди буде Україна…