Miz krutymy, miz horamy
Ya zdruzyvs' z vitramy.
Schodyt' sonce nad tumanom,
Yak usmishka mamy.

Pryspiv:
Yedyna, virna moya, vichna moya porada,
Yedyna, v tuzi moyiy chy bidi,
Ya chuyu holos vitriv, matinky spiv benteznyi,
Miy synu, lyudyam vsyu shchedrist' vidday.

Vse svyate y zapovitne
Ne zhublyu z rokamy,
Shcho zyvu na bilim sviti –
Ya vklonyayus' mami.

Pryspiv

A shche ridna bat'kivshchyna
Matinkoyu zvet'sya,
Oy, vona u vsich yedyna,
Yak v moyemu serci.

Pryspiv

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