Ridneye slovo

Ridneye slovo, nazavzdy nam nadane,
V spadshchynu ide vid batkiv i didiv,
V nim vsim narodom, yak zoloto nadbana,
Vichna ljubov do maibutnih syniv.

I Batkivshchyna z noho pochynayetsya,
Z ridnoho slova dzerelcem brynyt,
I slova ridnoho hto vidcurayetsya,
Toi batkivshchynu ne zmoze ljubyt.

Derevo z kvolym korinnyam spotvorene
Doli plazuye tonke i hytke, –
Tak i ljudyna ne moze bez koreniv, –
Ridneye slovo z – korinnya ljudske!

Ridneye slovo v storichchyah ne zmenshene,
Shchastya i nathnennya v tobi dzerelo –
Vse my shche zrobymo, vse my shche zvershymo,
Shchob ty nad namy, yak sonce, ziishlo!