Tut pershyi krok zrobyly my, tut narodylys' nashi mriyi
Pid nebom nizno-holubym, de polynovyi viter viye,
De stepom v’yet'sya Inhulec' i zyto v makach poloviye,
Stoyit', zakvitchana v pisni, moya lyubov – Oleksandriya.

Pryspiv:
U polit rvet'sya serce tvoye –
Misto viry, lyubovi y nadiyi.
My shchaslyvi, shcho ty u nas ye –
Nasha matinko, Oleksandriya!

Novobudovy i lany pryvitne sonce shchedro hriye.
Rostut' heroyi tut tvoyi, na krashche mayuchy nadiyu.
Vedut' kombayny y korabli, lyubyty i spivaty vmiyut',
I do zirok nesut' vony tvoye im’ya – Oleksandriya.

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Blahoslovenna i svyata u kvitach shchastya plomeniye
Na stepovych semy vitrach moya zorya – Oleksandriya.
Toz chay svyatyt'sya u vikach tvoye im’ya, tvoyi nadiyi:
Shchaslyva dolenka moya, moye zyttya – Oleksandriya!

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