Navchy mene, Hospody, viry y dobru,
Kriz' morok naprav na neschybnu dorohu,
De ya b ne tremtila v tenetach tryvohy,
A sercem zorila dopoky umru...

Navchy mene, Hospody, movy ptachiv,
Zmiyinoyi mudrosti znovu i znovu,
Shchoby vidriznyty zerno vid polovy
Ya zavzdy v lukavomu sviti zmohla!

Pryspiv:
Hospody, Hospody!..
Navchy mene, Hospody, viry y dobru,
Navchy mene, Hospody!

Navchy mene, Boze, lyubyty tebe
Ta tak, shchob zabuty sebe do mohyly,
Shchob v sny moyi anhely dobri chodyly,
Provishchi poslanci vysokych nebes...

Navchy mene, Hospody, chas tviy hryade,
Aby pered pravdoyu bula v otviti,
Zmohla shchob z haryachoho soncya v zeniti
Zryvaty kalynovyi cvit dlya lyudey!

Pryspiv

Navchy mene, Boze, i slovo verny,
Kotrym Ukrayini zmohla b ya sluzyty,
Kotrym ya i dolyu zasiyu, yak zytom,
Shchob zemlyu do praci budyt' shchovesny!

Pryspiv

Navchy mene, Hospody, viry y dobru,
Kriz' morok naprav na neschybnu dorohu,
De ya b ne tremtila v tenetach tryvohy,
A sercem zorila dopoky umru...

Hospody, Hospody!..