Hrymyt'! Blahodatna pora nastupaye,
Pryrodu rozkishnaya droz pronymaye,
Zde sprahla zemlya plodotvornoyi zlyvy,
I viter nad neyu hulyaye burchlyvyi,
I z zachodu temnaya chmara letyt'-
Hrymyt'!

Hrymyt'! Tayna droz pronymaye narody, -
Mabut', blahodatnaya chvylya nadchodyt'...
Milyony chekayut' shchaslyvoyi zminy,
Ti chmary - plidnoyi budushchyny tiny,
Shcho lyuds'kist', mov krasna vesna, obnovyt'...
Hrymyt'!