Ukrayina

Moya krayina – ce mala dytyna, v rukah kalyna,
Po stezyni miz ruyiny do zhynu ide do istyny,
Z dumkamy chystymy, prostymy,
Sered dymu pidiimayetsya 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 viinoyu vidstoyimo dolju svoyu,
Chystoyu rosoyu u poli polyazemo za volju tyh, hto
Sered temryavy pronosyt svitlo,
Zalyshym svitu slid, shcho protyahom vsih lit bude pomitnym,
Zavzdy bude sercyu ridnym,
Bidnym i bahatym, mov doroha do haty,
Bo v nas krayina yedyna i nam yiyi berehty.

Pryspiv:
Berezy Ukrayinu, nadiyu nashu yedynu,
Sered ljudei milioniv zalyshys virnym synom.
Berezy Ukrayinu, nadiyu nashu yedynu,
Sered ljudei milioniv zalyshys virnym synom.

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

Pryspiv

Slozy lyly, perelyly kelyh – movu potopyly,
Zasuha vbyla dushu, shcho davno zadala zlyvy.
Nasha svidomist v hlybokomu krateri,
Kudy ne potraplyayut slozy Ukrayiny-materi.
Zlamalasya hilka kalyny ubohoyi
I zatyhla melodiya pisni kolyskovoyi.
Vandalizm dosyahnuv Chornohirskyi herb,
A tryzub ne namirenyi pidiinyatysya uverh,
Zalyvayut koloramy: chornymy i chervonymy,
Povstanska krov i tin kryla ljutoho voroha.
Ya viryu u te, shcho vse ne vtrachene zovsim,
Koly zakinchytsya doshch, – obov’yazkovo vyide sonce!
Blakytni nebesa nad zovtymy polyamy:
Ce moya Ukrayina, ukrayinska derzava.

Pryspiv