Kyyeve mii!

Spochatku bulo Slovo, i Slovo bulo v Boha,
I Bohom bulo Slovo, i Pisneyu bulo!
Tu Pisnyu my shukayemo, a moze vze i spivayemo,
Vpravlyayem ruky-nohy usim smertyam nazlo!
Kohaimosya, brattya, bo my toho varti!
Ta i Boh nas poljubyv tak, shcho Chrysta za nas viddav!
I u selah u veselyh budut ljudy vsi veseli,
I kyyany-hrystyyany, shchob vas chort povik ne vzyav!

Pryspiv:
Ty misto Boha Svyatoho, Zyvoho!
Ty misto zdiisnennya mrii!
Nu, yak tebe ne ljubyty, Kyyeve mii!

Maize 100 rokiv vbyvaly prorokiv
Kaminnyam i vminnyam u sferi demahohiyi,
Ta Boh nehai sudyt, bo vsih uze nudyt
Vid idoliv, lozunhiv ta hohiyi-mahohiyi!
A my ljubymo Boha, spivayem na ves Kyyiv,
Shchob blahovistu dzvony pochuly het usi!
Nemaye kordoniv dlya pisni ta dzvoniv,
Dolayem perepony, – ce hreshchennya Rusi!

Pryspiv