Lyrics:
There are spruce trees, the Prut flows into Yaremche under the mountain
A Muscovite is standing and drinking beer, a comrade dear
And we will cut that Muscovite to pieces
put it in a package and send it to the lady
Ah Bandero! Ukrainian apostle!
Ah Bandero! Life was not easy for you
Ah Bandero! Our national hero
Stepan, lead us into battle again
Stepan, lead us into battle again