Moya krayina – ce moya prekrasna mova!
Yak melodiyno vymovlyayut'sya slova!
V slovach zyve dusha! Ya vidchuvayu sylu slova
I nadzvychayno vilnyi duch! Cya mova spravznya i zyva!

Moya mova uvichnena v pisnyach moho narodu,
Sumnych do sliz i zartivlyvych, tez do sliz!
Pro chornobryvci, pro rushnyk, divochu vrodu
Chay ukrayins'kyi harnyi spiv lunaye zavzdy y skriz'!

Moya mova zrostaye u sadach slipucho-bilych,
Smiyet'sya zapachamy, kvitne i spivaye navesni!
A voseny u neymovirno niznim zoloti dozrilim
Plody solodki usmichayut'sya meni!

Moya mova... Dumky penzlem malyuye poet,
Zacharovuye i vabyt' velychchyu ridnoho slova!
I ya znayu: yiy bayduza suyeta suyet,
Bo vona – nayprekrasnisha mova!

Pryspiv:
Moya mova,
Yak pisnya, melodiyna i chudova!
Moya mova
Kazkovo-nizno-vichno-kalynova!
Moya mova
Laskavo-veselkovo-kolorova!
Moya mova...
Nayprekrasnisha u sviti mova –
Ukrayins'ka mova!

Miy vybir – po zyttyu ity iz neyu,
Ya vybyrayu cyu dorohu sered tysyachi dorih!
Ya tak lyublyu yiyi vsim virnym sercem i dusheyu!
Moya mova – Ukrayiny Svyashchennyi Oberih!

Moya mova! Strimko llyet'sya yiyi zyttyeva syla!
Nemov, pislya doshchu tak svizo dychaye zemlya!
Ya tak lyublyu yiyi! Vona mene okrylyuye,
Do vichnych cinnostey nam vidkryvaye shlyach!

Yiyi ne vbyty v taborach, yiyi ne sterty z istoriyi,
Manipulyaciyi ne proydut', nam ne stanut' pereponamy!
Vona zyve i zytyme na vlasniy terytoriyi,
Ne znyshchyty yiyi zlochynnymy zakonamy!

Moya mova... U niy narod zyve miy, ridni lyudy!
Ne bude na shlyachu u nas niyakych pereshkod,
"Narod miy ye! Narod miy zavzdy bude!
Nichto ne perekreslyt' miy narod!"

Pryspiv