Svyata nich, tycha nich!
Yasnist' b’ye vid zirnyc',
Dytynonka Presvyata,
Taka yasna, mov zorya,
Spochyvaye v tychim sni.

Svyata nich, tycha nich!
Hey, utry slozy z vich,
Bo Syn Bozyi yde do nas,
Cilyi svit lyubov’yu spas,
Vytay nam svyate Dytya!

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