Na vici zyttya tycho mele mlyn chasu
I u vyshyni zori po odniy hasyt',
Ta zapalyuye zamist' nych znov i znovu
I nese u svit plominkyi vohon slova.
Slovo movy vy hlyan v moyi vusta slovo,
Yak busynkamy nymy vyhraye mova;
Zori svity sily kray moho stolu
Sluchayut' yiyi movy charivnyi holos.

Pryspiv:
Prychasty mene rozmovoyu ukrayins'koyu movoyu,
Zacharuy mene slovnozvisnoyu ukrayins'koyu pisneyu;
Prychasty mene rozmovoyu ukrayins'koyu movoyu,
Zacharuy mene niznoyu ukrayins'koyu pisneyu.

Zaplitaye den kvitamy pisen yasno
Lito shchedre yde, sto nadiy cvite ryasno,
Z ridnoyi zemli b’ye vze dzerelo znovu
I mchut' slova u dzvinkyi kryshtal movy;
Zori svity sily kray moho stolu
Sluchayut' yiyi movy charivnyi holos.

Pryspiv