Miz berehamy vichnosti buynuye chas,
To Rus' moya – kolyska tr'och narodiv.
Toho prapodvyhu vidhomin ne pohas,
Roste u serci, u moyemu hordist'-podyv.

Pryspiv:
Kyyivs'ka Rus', Kyyivs'ka Rus'
Shchedrym soncem oblyti maydany,
Kyyivs'ka Rus', Kyyivs'ka Rus'
Rozirvala naviky kaydany.

Koly tuman teche chervonyi ot zori
I laty odyaha z bulatu Kyyiv.
Ya bachu vas o polum’yaniy ciy pori,
Vas slavni vytyazi: Choryve, Shcheku y Kyyu.

Pryspiv

Buly my, ye i budem u vikach,
Ne lyaze, zayde tin na nashe pole,
Bo tvoyi nenko shchyt i mech u nas v rukach
I ne zboroty nas nikomu.

Pryspiv