Verse 1
The winds are not blowing in the fields.
Oh, in the fields, the Kozaks are coming.
Rebels draw their swords and kobzars sing a song Hey!

Chorus
Play, play, play, bandura play! Play my bandura
Play all the strings to our songs of free land
Play my bandura, play, play, play!
Play, play, play, bandura play! Play my bandura
Play all the strings to our songs of free land
Play my bandura, play, play, play!

Verse 2
Ukraine, Ukraine, our homeland.
Lush ears of wheat in the fields as far as an eye can see.
The glowing dams shine on the Dnipro singing the Kobzar songs hey!

Chorus
Play, play, play, bandura play! Play my bandura
Play all the strings to our songs of free land
Play my bandura, play, play, play!
Play, play, play, bandura play! Play my bandura
Play all the strings to our songs of free land
Play my bandura, play, play, play!