Moya krayina – ce mala dytyna, v rukach kalyna,
Po stezyni miz ruyiny do zhynu yde do istyny,
Z dumkamy chystymy, prostymy,
Sered dymu pidiymayet'sya z kolin,
Yedynyi stymul – dzvin, shcho lunaye cherez roky.
Pradidiv kroky vely u svit shyrokyi v rizni boky,
Tak bulo doky ne naklaly temni vroky v ryadky,
Istoriyi storinky stoptaly temni vershnyky, vse z taky,
My odnoyi krovi i hotovi do boyu,
Yakshcho lyshe viynoyu vidstoyimo dolyu svoyu,
Chystoyu rosoyu u poli polyazemo za volyu tych, chto
Sered temryavy pronosyt' svitlo,
Zalyshym svitu slid, shcho protyahom vsich lit bude pomitnym,
Zavzdy bude sercyu ridnym,
Bidnym i bahatym, mov doroha do chaty,
Bo v nas krayina yedyna i nam yiyi berehty.

Pryspiv:
Berezy Ukrayinu, nadiyu nashu yedynu,
Sered lyudey milyoniv zalyshys' virnym synom.
Berezy Ukrayinu, nadiyu nashu yedynu,
Sered lyudey milyoniv zalyshys' virnym synom.

I zalyshayuchys' tam, de brodyt' viter nad stepamy,
Ya vse z viryu u myr, shcho zapanuye pomiz namy,
Te, shcho yednistyu zvet'sya, moye serce b’yet'sya,
Rvet'sya na volyu v nebo, de zori nas za soboyu vely.
I rozihnaly temni chmary nad ridnymy krayamy,
I proneslys' mistamy slova ne skazani ustamy.
Tilky razom zberezemo vse, dlya choho na Zemli zyvemo.

Pryspiv

Slozy lyly, perelyly kelych – movu potopyly,
Zasucha vbyla dushu, shcho davno zadala zlyvy.
Nasha svidomist' v hlybokomu krateri,
Kudy ne potraplyayut' slozy Ukrayiny-materi.
Zlamalasya hilka kalyny ubohoyi
I zatychla melodiya pisni kolyskovoyi.
Vandalizm dosyahnuv Chornohirs'kyi herb,
A tryzub ne namirenyi pidiynyatysya uverch,
Zalyvayut' koloramy: chornymy y chervonymy,
Povstans'ka krov i tin kryla lyutoho voroha.
Ya viryu u te, shcho vse ne vtrachene zovsim,
Koly zakinchyt'sya doshch, – obov’yazkovo vyide sonce!
Blakytni nebesa nad zovtymy polyamy:
Ce moya Ukrayina, ukrayins'ka derzava.

Pryspiv