Ridneye slovo, nazavzdy nam nadane,
V spadshchynu yde vid bat'kiv i didiv,
V nim vsim narodom, yak zoloto nadbana,
Vichna lyubov do maybutnich syniv.

I Bat'kivshchyna z noho pochynayet'sya,
Z ridnoho slova dzerelcem brynyt',
I slova ridnoho chto vidcurayet'sya,
Toy bat'kivshchynu ne zmoze lyubyt'.

Derevo z kvolym korinnyam spotvorene
Doli plazuye tonke i chytke, –
Tak i lyudyna ne moze bez koreniv, –
Ridneye slovo z – korinnya lyuds'ke!

Ridneye slovo v storichchyach ne zmenshene,
Shchastya y natchnennya v tobi dzerelo –
Vse my shche zrobymo, vse my shche zvershymo,
Shchob ty nad namy, yak sonce, ziyshlo!