Vid pradidiv y didiv pryishla
Ty, ukrayins'ka movo!
Narodu volyu prynesla
I vrodu kalynovu.
Tebe, mov matir, ya lyublyu,
Odniy tobi vklonyayus' –
Koznu klitynochku moyu
Lyubov’yu nadychayesh!

Pryspiv:
Moho natchnennya dzerelo
Ty, movo ukrayins'ka!
Ty – pole, nebo i krylo,
I pisnya materyns'ka!

Slovom bat'kiv z usich vikiv
Pryishla ty, ridna movo.
V pisnyach slavetnych kozakiv
Ty syayesh voloshkovo!
Nema bez movy maybuttya,
Nemaye i derzavy;
Bez neyi nema i zyttya,
I ne zdobuty slavy!

Pryspiv