Pidem, pane-brate

Pidem, pane-brate,
Vid haty do haty
Chystym sercem dobrym ljudyam
Zakolyaduvaty.

Narodyvsya ne v bahatstvi,
I ne miz caryamy,
A v bidnenkii staini, v poli
Pomiz pastuhamy.

Todi bula temna nichka,
Anhely zletily
I pastushkiv bidnesenkyh
Zi snu pobudyly.

Oi ne spaly pastushechky,
Skoro pospishaly,
Narodzennomu Isusu
Svii poklin viddaly.