Tam, de hory y polonyny,
De dzvinki potoky y riky,
De smerichok, hen, rozmay,
Llyet'sya pisnya na prostori,
Vilna, sylna, nache more,
Pro miy mylyi ridnyi kray.

Pryspiv:
I u synyu dal
Ponad horamy lyne pisnya cya, –
Pro chudovyi kray,
Charivnyi kray Cheremosha y Pruta.
Kray, miy ridnyi kray,
Pisennyi kray zavzyattya i truda,
Ty – moya lyubov,
Ty ridna matinko, moya zemlya!

Pryyizzayte v Ukrayinu,
Pryyizzayte, lyudy dobri,
Zavshe budut' radi vam.
Chlibom-sillyu vas zustrinut',
Faynu pisnyu zaspivayut' –
Shanu nashym svitlym dnyam.

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