Taka duchmyana svitla nich, yiyi daruye nam Vsevyshniy
I dykym medom pachnut' vyshni i my z toboyu vich-na-vich.
Taka duchmyana svitla nich, shcho ne kochaty – hrich velykyi.
Ya tviy na tysyachi storich i ty moya – moya naviky.

Pryspiv:
I ty poklych mene poklych
V kochannya, yak v tumany syni,
Buvaye tilky v Ukrayini
Taka duchmyana svitla nich.

V taku duchmyanu svitlu nich, lyubov – nemov talant vid Boha,
I vsi osvitlyuye dorohy, mahichne syayvo dvoch oblych.
V taku duchmyanu svitlu nich ya roztelyu stepy dlya tebe
I pokladu tobi do nih usi zirky, shcho vpaly z neba.

Pryspiv