Sercem shchedrych ye lyudey u nas bahato:
Ye bahati, nu a ye – bohatyri.
Ce prekrasni ukrayins'ki mecenaty,
Plot' vid ploti sovist' nashoyi zemli.

Pryspiv:
Lyublyat' vsi Ukrayinu, yak matir,
Lyublyat' vsi, ale sercem lyshen.
Polyubit' yiyi z, yak mecenaty! –
Do hlybyn svoyich ridnych kyshen.

Vmiyut' lyudy ci mystectvo shanuvaty, –
Mabut', vsi vony zi spravznich kozakiv.
Vmiyut' pisnyu ukrayins'ku zaspivaty
I pidtrymaty u skrutnyi chas mytciv.

Pryspiv

Mecenatam Ukrayiny – slava, slava!
Chay shanuye yich i vlada, i narod,
Chay zvelychuyet'sya nymy vsya derzava
Y ne shkoduye yim niyakych nahorod.

Pryspiv