Ya spryimayu nemov nahorodu
Ce spivzvuchchya dobra i krasy,
Shcho nashchadok vkrayins'koho rodu,
Shcho Vkrayiny kochanoyi syn,
Shcho vkrayins'ka usmichnena maty
Na svit Bozyi rodyla kolys',
Shcho Podillya, Polissya y Karpaty
V doli vlasniy moyiy obnyalys'.

Pryspiv:
Ya Ukrayiny syn
I shchyro-hordyi cym,
Ni, v serci ne potuch
Yiyi nezbornyi duch.
U mene ye odna –
Praotcha storona,
Svichusya od rosy,
Bo ya Vkrayiny syn.

I meni sered druziv ne tisno,
Ya ochey ne soromlyus' brativ,
Danu Bohom, svoyu, shchyru pisnyu
Slovom bat'kivs'kym ya obihriv.
I ya hordyi do shchemnoho bolyu,
Shcho u spivi, yak v mriyu zillyu,
I steblynu vkrayins'koho polya,
I vkrayins'koho neba zoryu.

Pryspiv

Ya Ukrayiny syn!
U mene ye odna –
Praotcha storona,
Svichusya od rosy,
Bo ya Vkrayiny syn.