Cvit Ukrayiny i krasa,
Skobiv orlynyi my rid.
Lyubymo sonce, ruch, zyttya,
Lyubymo volyu i svit.

Plast – nasha hordist' i mriya.
Lyubiy Otchyzni – nash trud,
Buynyi v nim poryv, nadiya.

V Plasti roste novyi lyud.
Brattya, pora nam stanuty v ryad,
Styah plastovyi pidiynyaty,
Slavu Vkrayini prydbat'!

Sonce po nebu koluye,
Znayut' i chmary sviy shlyach,
Viter nevpynno mandruye
Po Ukrayiny polyach.

My z soncya yasnoho – dity,
Volnoho vitru – braty,
Maly b v bezdilli zmarnity,
Cili zyttya ne znayty?!

Brattya, pora nam stanuty v ryad,
Styah plastovyi pidiynyaty,
Slavu Vkrayini prydbat'!