Nichka Rizdvyana, moroz trishchyt,
Misyac veselyi vhori blyshchyt.
Sriblom iskrytsya blakytnyi snih,
Nache u kazci, lyaha do nih.
Zori lukavo morhayut nam,
Nich pochynaye svii balahan,
Shlyahom Chumackym strybaye Bis –
Misyac ukrasty na nebo vliz.
Pryspiv.
V nichku Rizdvyanu, v cei dyvnyi chas
Vsyaki pryhody chekayut nas,
Ihry, rozvahy i chudesa!
Nichka Rizdvyana – zymy krasa!
Chlopci, divchata! De vy? Ahov?!
Nichka Rizdvyana dratuye krov!
Toz obyraite, hto hurtoprav –
Kolyaduvaty pryishla pora.
A pered ljustrom Oksana zde
Svoho Vakulu – koly z pryide,
Shchob iomu serce pomuchyt znov!
Nu i hytra shtuka, ota ljubov!
Pryspiv
V rozpali svyato, radiye svit,
Shchyro susida vita susid!
V nichku Rizdvyanu do samyh strih
Zarty, zabavy, i smih, i hrih!
V kohos u hati hostei mishky,
Chtos na Lukavim pre navproshky,
Lize varenyk komus u rot!..
Hei, veselysya, hulyai, narod!
Pryspiv