Kudy b ya ne veshtav,
De b ne buly posydenky,
Ta naykrashchi v sviti donky
V Ukrayiny-nenky.
Harni divky, fayni krali,
Dobri molodyci,
Yak zustrineshsya z takymy –
Yak ne zadyvytys'?
Chtos' mi kazav,
Shcho naykrashchi v sviti – to mulatky,
Nache vony vsi fihurni
I yak shokoladky.
Nu komu to yak, a meni vse z
Blyzche sviy barvinok,
I kochayemo my tilky
Spravznich ukrayinok!

Yak zbereshsya ty do shlyubu,
Os' tobi porada:

Odruzysya z ukrayinkoyu,
To y bude ladno:
Daty vs'omu moze radu,
V chati hospodynya,
Nu a v spravach to amurnych
Spravznyaya bohynya.
Tilky shchob ci chornobrovi
Ta y ne zabuvaly,
Shcho yim sam Taras Hryhorovych
Mudro nakazaly:
Shchob kochaly ukrayinciv,
Rid nash zberihaly,
Zakordonniy voroznechi
Pryvid ne davaly.

Kudy b ya ne veshtav,
De b ne buly posydenky,
Ta naykrashchi v sviti donky
V Ukrayiny-nenky!