Chlibom-sillyu vas strichayem,
Za ukrayins'kym zvychayem,
Svit trymaye vichnyi slid,
Shcho lyshayut' bat'ko y did.

Nas vsich hriye ridna chata,
Mak u poli, chysta m’yata,
Rid nash krasnyi tut cvite,
Nache sonce molode.

Pryspiv:
Ukrayins'kyi zvychay, mov kalynovyi chay,
Mov rushnyk na stini i obrus na stoli.
Koznu myt' pam’yatay i ves' vik pam’yatay,
Rodu svoho zvychay, ukrayins'kyi zvychay.

Ne rozhubym skripy svyata,
Shcho lyubov’yu rozpochati,
Do nebes yich pidnesem,
Nache volyu zberezem.

Nas vsich hriye ridna chata,
Mak u poli, chysta m’yata,
Rid nash krasnyi tut cvite,
Nache sonce molode.

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