Tycha nich, Svyata nich,
Yasnist' b’ye vid zirnyc'.
Dytynonka presvyata,
Taka yasna, mov zorya,
Spochyvaye tycho
V tychim-tychim sni.

Tycha nich, Svyata nich,
Hey, utry slozy z vich,
Bo Syn Bozyi yde do nas,
Cilyi svit lyubov’yu spas.
Vitay ze nam,
Svyate Dytya!

Tycha nich, Svyata nich,
Yasnyi blysk z neba b’ye.
V lyuds'kim tili Bozyi Syn
Pryishov nyni v Vyfleyem
Shchob nam spasty
Cilyi, cilyi svit.