Boh sya rozdaye, chto z Ho moze znaty!
Isus Mu im’ya, Mariya Mu Maty!

Pryspiv:
Tut Anhely chudyat'sya,
Rozdennoho boyat'sya,
A vil stoyit', tryaset'sya,
Osel smutno paset'sya.
Pastyriye klyachut',
V ploty Boha bachut',
Tut ze, tut ze,
Tut ze, tut ze, tut!

Mariya Mu Maty prekrasno spivaye,
I chor Anhels'kyi yiy dopomahaye!*

Yosyf starenkyi kolyshe Dytyatko:
– Lyulyay ze, lyulyay, male Otrochatko!

Try slavni cari k vertepu prychodyat',**
Ladan i smyrnu, zoloto prynosyat'.***

A pastyriye k N'omu prybihayut',
I yako Carya svoyeho vitayut'.

I my dnes' virno k N'omu prybihaymo,
Rozdennu Bohu chvalu, chest' viddaymo.