Boh sya razdaye,
Chto z ho moze znaty.
Isus ’mu im’ya,
Mariya ’mu maty.

Pryspiv:
Tut anhely chudyat'sya,
Rozdennoho boyat'sya,
A vil stoyit' tryaset'sya,
Osel smutno paset'sya,
Pastyriye klyachut',
V ploty Boha bachut',
Tut ze, tut ze,
Tut ze, tut ze, tut!

Yosyf starenkyi
Kolyshe Dytyatko.
Lyulyay ze, lyulyay,
Male otrochatko.

Pryspiv

Mariya ’mu Maty
Prekrasno spivaye,
A chor anhels'kyi
Yiy dopomahaye.

Pryspiv

Shchob te Dytyatko
Bulo vse vesele,
Hrayut', spivayut',
Ukrayins'ki sela.

Tutky lemky spivayut',
Podolyaky ihrayut',
Volynyak shchos' mirkuye,
Boyko lehko tancyuye.
Poltavec' plyasaye,
Hucul trembitaye,
Tra-ra, tra-ra, tra-ra-ra-ra-ra! (ves' kuplet – 2)