Mamyne svyato

Pohmuryi den, za hmaramy des sonce,
Ale het dumy prykri i sumni,
Bo svyato mamy stukaye v vikonce,
Teplo rodynne pryneslo meni.
Zibralys v domi ljubi nashi dity,
Onuky i kohanyi cholovik,
I vesnyani meni daruyut kvity,
Dobra bazayut, shchastya, mnohaya lit.

Pryspiv:
Babusyu, matinko, druzyno! –
Zvuchyt ljubov u cyh slovah,
Na serci radisno, spokiino,
Yaka chudova v nas sim’ya!

Onuchok – sonechko, osyayav hatu,
Svoyim "ahu" babusyu pryvitav
I hoch ne vmiye sliv shche promovlyaty,
ioho vitannya naidorozche nam.
I vse ce niby v harnii dobrii kazci,
Yaku u snah meni htos rozkazav.
Spasybi, Hospody, za svoyu lasku,
Za shchastya, Shcho Ty nam podaruvav!

Pryspiv

I dyakuyu ya doli za ljudynu,
Yaku kohayu shchyro na ves vik,
Ce mii pryvitnyi, dobryi, niznyi, mylyi,
Zavzdy terplyachyi, ridnyi cholovik.
I vam spasybi, donechky kohani,
i zyati yaki dlya mene, yak syny,
Shcho v den svyatkovyi vy sohodni z rannya
Z ljubov’yu do matusi vsi pryishly!

Pryspiv (2)

Na serci radisno, spokiino,
Yaka chudova, druzna v nas sim’ya!