Koly maty, koly tato
Znov vidchuyut' ridnu chatu,
Svit malyuye zirok bahato,
Mabut', stane chto kosmonavtom.
Dobroho ranku, inflyaciya nochi!
Chto do snidanku vidkryye ochi?
Slava Tobi, velyka derzavo!
My zalyshylys' na doshci ob’yavy!

Pryspiv:
Menshe chy bilshe zyty vilnishe
V ridniy Ukrayini, a ne v ruyini!
Menshe chy bilshe zyty veselishe
V ridniy Ukrayini, a ne v ruyini!

Nasha pryroda to ye vticha,
Doshch pomiz soncem, snih cherez lito.
Zi skifiv do rus, i z Donbasu v Karpaty –
Nam vze nemaye potreby vtikaty.
Spivaty, litaty, muzno palaty,
My vze ne budem krov’yu stikaty,
Podbaty navchyty velyku rodynu,
Zalyshayemo u spadok taku kartynu.

Pryspiv (3)

Bilshe i lipshe zyty veselishe
V ridniy Ukrayini, a ne v ruyini!