Lyublyu ya v Ukrayini chyste nebo,
Cvitinnya vyshni, yablunevyi kvit,
I tin hayiv, shcho vabyt' tak do sebe,
Vechirnoyi zori tayemnyi svit.
Lyublyu kalyny sokovyte hrono,
U vysochyni zuravlynyi klyn,
Berizky biloyi zavytu kronu,
Lyud'my zabutyi drevniy-drevniy mlyn.

Pryspiv:
Ukrayina, Ukrayina – v serci pisnya solov’yina,
Kray zuravok ta lelek, edelveysiv ta smerek.
Ukrayina, Ukrayina – svitlom syayucha perlyna,
Nache kolorovyi klad, koly kvitnut' luh ta sad.

Lyublyu ya holubi Dniprovs'ki chvyli,
Rozlyvy rik, zurchannya talych vod,
Malych ptashok z hnizdechok pershyi vylit,
Ta Ukrayins'kyi vvichlyvyi narod.
Lyublyu polya neskoshenoho chliba,
Zozuli poklyk, treli solov’ya,
Svyatych u Chramach vid Borysa y Hliba,
Vse te, shcho zvet'sya Bat'kivs'ka zemlya.

Pryspiv