Artist: Kroda
Ce vse – Nasha Zemlya!
Nash Ridnyi Kray!
Ce – Bat'kivshchyna tvoya y moya,
Zavzdy ce pam’yatay!
Slavsya v vikach, zavzdy zyva,
Zemle moya! Ukrayino moya!
Maty – krayina, v sviti yedyna –
Vilna, mohutnya, velychna, starovynna!
Z Dida-pradida onukam-nashchadkam
U spadok lyshylas' –
Slov’yans'ka Zemlya, shcho vid
Predkiv-Bohiv nam distalas'!
...More y richky, ozera y stavky,
Dubovi lisy y bezmezni stepy,
Synye nebo ta Sonce yasne,
Zori yaskravi, yich svitlo sumne...
Slov’yans'kym Duchom i Krov’yu
Prosochena naskriz' vona.
Berezy Ridnu Zemlyu svoyu –
Yak Maty vona – odna!
Pryhaday slavnych Prashchuriv,
Kotri vmyraly...
Voyiv tych, shcho z mechem u rukach
Zemlyu cyu zachyshchaly!
Vsim velychnym heroyam,
Shcho viddaly zyttya
Za Ridnyi Kray –
Shchyro vklonyayusya ya!
Pam’yat' pro nych zavzdy zyve!
Slava Heroyam!
Slava tobi, Ridna Zemle!
...Snizni Karpaty v mohutnich borach,
Vkrytych tumanom lisovych stezkach,
Spivy ptachiv i tyshu nochey –
Ya pam’yatatymu do smerti moyeyi...
...Misyachne syayvo, mov chysta sloza,
Kurhanamy, Dnipro ta porohiv hroza...
Kvity y doshch prykrashayut' tebe...
Slava tobi, Ridna Zemle!