Yak kalendar ostanniy lyst vtrachaye,
Yak dzvin nichnyi dvanadcyatu prob’ye,
Yak zirka novorichna prylitaye,
To kozen tycho mriye pro svoye.
Ya rozlyvayu v kelychy bazannya,
I v ochi hlyanu druzyam shchyrym vsim,
Dzvenyt' kryshtal: "Za shchastya, za kochannya!
Za dobrotu lyudey, za teplyi dim!"

Pryspiv:
Novorichna nich, na maybutniy rik nadiya,
Novorichna nich, shchob zbulos' vse tak, yak mriyu,
Shchob v kazkovych snach posmichalasya dytyna,
Shchastya Ukrayiny v novorichnu nich!

Proshu u Boha zovsim nebahato,
Spokiynych i usmichnenych oblych,
Shchob lysh salyut vidomyi buv harmatam
I ne lyshe u cyu kazkovu nich.
Prytulku tym, chto zavzdy u dorozi,
Blakyti – nebu, pisni – solov’yu,
Shchob ti, shcho pidnimalys' po tryvozi,
Shchaslyvo povertalys' u sim’yu.

Pryspiv