Oy u Vyfleyemi stalasya novyna,
Tam povyla Maty Boza ta Bozoho Syna.

V peleny povyla, v sini polozyla,
Lyuli, lyuli, lyubyi synu, Ty, dytyno myla!

Ukrayins'ki dity Isusa vitayut',
Veselymy pisenkamy Yoho zveselyayut'.

Oy, Isuse lyubyi, krashchyi, yak ti cvity,
Pryhorny do sebe nyni ukrayins'ki dity.

Shchoby buly dobri, shchoby buly shchasni,
I rozumni, i zdorovi, mov ti cvity krasni.

Ty, Dytyno Boza, na pachuchim sini,
Day nam shchastya y krashchu dolyu ridniy Ukrayini.