Spivayu ya, spivayesh ty, pisni vidchodyat', niby sny.
Vid Boha pisnya v dal ne vmre,
Vona v lyuds'kych sercyach zyve.
Spivayu ya, spivayesh ty i nas pochuyut' z vysoty,
I nash serdechnyi, niznyi spiv,
Chtos' upodobav, zrozumiv.

Pryspiv:
Bo zyvyt' vsich zyve dzerelce
Boza lyubov i pisnya sercya
I Bozu lasku v kozniy chati
Chekaye mama dity y tato

Boh koznyi narid zbahatyv, vsyakym talantom nadilyv
Zhadav pro nas na Ukrayini,
Dav holosochky solov’yini.
Spivayu ya i ty spivay, pro sviy narod, pro ridnyi.
Ne biysya lyuds'koyi rozpravy,
Spivaymo Bohovi na slavu.

Pryspiv