Як тебе не любити, Києве мій! [Yak tebe ne lyubyty, Kyyeve miy!] [Transliteration]

Hraye more zelene, tykhyy den' dohora,

Dorohymy dlya mene staly skhyly Dnipra,

De kolyshut'sya vity zakokhanykh mriy...

Yak tebe ne lyubyty, Kyyeve miy!

Vechoriv oksamyty, mov shchastya prybiy...

Yak tebe ne lyubyty, Kyyeve miy!

V ochi dyvlyat'sya kanny, sertse v nykh perellyu,

Khay rozkazhut' kokhaniy, yak ya virno lyublyu.

Budu mriyaty y zhyty na krylakh nadiy...

Yak tebe ne lyubyty, Kyyeve miy!

Spyt' natomlene misto myrnym, lahidnym snom,

Hen vohni, yak namysto, roztsvily nad Dniprom,

Vechoriv oksamyty, mov shchastya prybiy...

Yak tebe ne lyubyty, Kyyeve miy!

Vechoriv oksamyty, mov shchastya prybiy...

Yak tebe ne lyubyty, Kyyeve miy!