Kyyiv

Kyyivski bramy, nastiz vidkryti,
V hosti Vas zovut.
Pyshni kashtany, soncem umyti,
Skoro rozcvitut.

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

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

Shchyryi i dzvinkyi dytyachyi smih
Tut lunaye, raduyuchy vsih
I hostei, i meshkanciv ioho,
Tut panuyut shchyrist i dobro.

Kyyeve mii... Kyyeve mii... Lyubyi Kyyeve mii...

Kyyiv velychnyi, hai budut vichno
Na tvoyii zemli
Myr i nadiya, shchastya i mriya,
Lahidni pisni.

Bude Chreshchatyk nas zustrichaty
Pyshnotoyu vbran,
Budut kashtany kvitom vinchaty
Verh zlotavyh ban.

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

Rozkvitai, i vichno zelenii,
Zalyshy v sercyah ty obraz svii,
Shcho yedna mynule z maibuttyam –
Ce i nazyvayetsya zyttyam.

Kyyeve mii... Kyyeve mii... Lyubyi Kyyeve mii...