Radost' sya nam z’yavlyaye,
Diva Syna razdaye
Nebesa, nebesa, nebesa poyut', poyut'
Anhely sya udyvlyayut',
Pastyriye poklon dayut',
Narozdennomu.

Yosyfe starenkiy,
Plache Isus malenkiy
Pomahay, pomahay, pomahay Yeho, Yeho
Chystoy Divi kolysaty,
I pisn Yemu zaspivaty,
Lyulyay Pane nash.

Uboho sya narodyv,
Bohatoho zasmutyv:
Iroda, Iroda, Iroda, zloho, zloho.
On bo dity zabyvaye,
Chrysta ubyty shukaye,
Narozdennoho.

Irode bezumnyi,
Chomus' tak malo umnyi?
Nevidyi, nevidyi, nevidyi, toho, toho.
Shcho Chrystos tu vichno ziye
Nam blahodat' svoyu daye,
Ty vichno zhynesh.

Triye cary so dary,
Chrystu, poklon otdaly
Rozdennu, rozdennu, rozdennu, Bohu, Bohu.
Na cilyi s'vit slavu daly,
Chrysta v yaslach povytaly
V onom vertepi.

I my Yeho pryvytaymo,
Vraz Yemu zaspivaymo:
Lyulyay ze, lyulyay ze, lyulyay ze Pane, Pane
Day nam v myri vsim prozyty,
Vo vik vikov Tya chvalyty,
Narozdennoho.