Yak shvydko zbihaye chas,
I znovu ide do nas chudovyi den,
De vse kazkove.
Nemov charivnym krylom,
Rozsriblenyi za viknom,
Snih iskryt'sya i syaye yalynka svyatkova.
Chekayut' svyata na zemli
Ptachy, zviryata, ditochky mali.

Pryspiv:
Novyi rik ide, shchob vsi bazannya zbulys',
Chay v zytti zdiysnyt'sya cilyi svit dytyachych mriy,
Ne sumuy pro te, shcho ne povernesh rik mynulyi,
Krashche vse prekrasne chay z toboyu ide v Novyi rik!

Na strunach dushi brynyt'
Naykrashcha solodka myt',
Hodynnyk b’ye, i vze dvanadcyat'.
Chay shchastya pryide nove,
Kochannya nechay zyve,
Shchob v zytti druzi dovho mohly zustrichatys'.
Charivna nich, zirky horyat',
Yak v dyvnim sni yalynochky stoyat'.

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