Boh sya rozdaye, hto z Ho moze znaty!
Isus Mu im’ya, Mariya Mu Maty!
Pryspiv:
Tut Anhely chudyatsya,
Rozdennoho boyatsya,
A vil stoyit, tryasetsya,
Osel smutno pasetsya.
Pastyriye klyachut,
V ploty Boha bachut,
Tut ze, tut ze,
Tut ze, tut ze, tut!
Mariya Mu Maty prekrasno spivaye,
I hor Anhelskyi yii dopomahaye!*
iosyf starenkyi kolyshe Dytyatko:
– Lyulyai ze, ljulyai, male Otrochatko!
Try slavni cari k vertepu pryhodyat,**
Ladan i smyrnu, zoloto prynosyat.***
A pastyriye k Nomu prybihayut,
I yako Carya svoyeho vitayut.
I my dnes virno k Nomu prybihaimo,
Rozdennu Bohu hvalu, chest viddaimo.