Na Ukrayini ye mistechko –
To kray cilyushchoyi vody.
Nenache ptashka do hnizdechka,
Lechu u mriyach ya tudy.

Pryspiv:
O, Truskavec', Karpat perlyna!
O, Truskavec' – chudovyi kray!
Krasa i hordist' Ukrayiny,
Dobra i shchastya dyvohray.

Ty vsich hostynno zustrichayesh,
Nadiy zadanych ostrivec',
I vsich zdorov’yam pryhoshchayesh,
Charivne misto – Truskavec'.

Pryspiv

Nechay bezmirno rozkvitaye
Tvoya nezaymana krasa,
A lyudyam viku prybavlyayut'
Dzerela, hory y nebesa.

Pryspiv