Vdychayu z samoho rannya
Zapach mashyn i syharetnyi dym.
Lyublyu tebe, moya UA!
Patriotychno skazut': ya – tviy syn!

Pryspiv:
Kyyiv i ye miy London,
Kyyiv – London miy!
London i ye miy Kyyiv,
V c'omu vpevnenyi!

Zachodzu v metropoliten,
Znayomi ruchy bahat'och lyudey.
Ya – ukrayins'kyi dzentlmen,
Yakshcho dozvolyte vy, can I say?

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