Yak vid richky Rosi
Pidiymavsya rosych
I v zloti lelechim
Rozpravlyala svoyi plechi
Ty, nasha matinko,
Kyyivs'ka Rus'.

I skeli dolalys',
Chashchi vidstupaly,
V nebesa vrostaly
Kyyiv, Korosten i Halych –
Ty, nasha matinko,
Kyyivs'ka Rus'.

I polky pohans'ki
Y ordy basurmans'ki
Rozbylys' ob tebe,
Bo vrosla korinnyam v nebo
Ty, nasha matinko,
Kyyivs'ka Rus'.

Tilky v tebe
Dzvinyci do neba,
V tvoyich dzvonach
Yasne nebo tone,
Zavzdy z namy
Tvoyi davni chramy.

Ty – nasha matinko
Kyyivs'ka Rus'!