Day, Boze, nam svoyeyi syly
I muznosti svoyeyi day,
Shchob my vid zla oboronyly
Sebe i sviy znuzdennyi kray.

Day, Boze, nam svoyeyi viry,
Shcho my narod buly i ye,
Chay nedruham yich i sokyry
Poshcherblyat'sya ob nashu chest'.

Pryspiv:
Povtoryu molytvu shchyru i nehordu,
Ya tvoye, Vkrayino, pravedne im’ya.
Povtoryu molytvu ridno-honorovu,
Shchob yiyi pochuly nebo i zemlya.

Day, Boze, nam use zhadaty
I usvidomyty shcho ye,
Day muchytysya i strazdaty
I vystrazdat' taky svoye.

Shche y slovom pravednym i zorom
Zasterezy, a ne utish,
Shchob nam ochey ne vyyiv sorom
Za dushu prodanu za hrish.

Pryspiv