Kyyivs'ki bramy, nastiz vidkryti,
V hosti Vas zovut'.
Pyshni kashtany, soncem umyti,
Skoro rozcvitut'.

I znov zahraye Kyyiv prekrasnyi
Tysyachamy barv.
I zacharuye, nas zacharuye
Cey nebesnyi dar.

Shcho prynosyt' svitlo i teplo,
Shchob na serci radisno bulo.
Vas vitaye sonyachna blakyt'
Z hlybyny vikiv y tysyacholit'.

Shchyryi i dzvinkyi dytyachyi smich
Tut lunaye, raduyuchy vsich
I hostey, i meshkanciv yoho,
Tut panuyut' shchyrist' i dobro.

Kyyeve miy... Kyyeve miy... Lyubyi Kyyeve miy...

Kyyiv velychnyi, chay budut' vichno
Na tvoyiy zemli
Myr i nadiya, shchastya i mriya,
Lahidni pisni.

Bude Chreshchatyk nas zustrichaty
Pyshnotoyu vbran,
Budut' kashtany kvitom vinchaty
Verch zlotavych ban.

Yak ze ne pyshatys' mozu ya,
Kyyeve, svyata zemlya moya,
Vichnyi, i zvelychenyi v vikach,
I tenditnyi, mov sloza v rukach.

Rozkvitay, i vichno zeleniy,
Zalyshy v sercyach ty obraz sviy,
Shcho yedna mynule z maybuttyam –
Ce i nazyvayet'sya zyttyam.

Kyyeve miy... Kyyeve miy... Lyubyi Kyyeve miy...