Holos miy zlitaye nad zemleyu!
Viter yoho nese do serdec'.
I prochayu movoyu svoyeyu:
"Ne zlamayte meni krylec'!"

Pryspiv:
Do lyudey!
Znedolenych, shchaslyvych!
Do lyudey!
Pisnya mene klyche!
Do lyudey!
Vsich moyich mriylyvych!
Do lyudey!
Radist' komu lyche!

Pam’yatayte lyudy!
My vsi osoblyvi!
I nechay neset'sya vsyudy
Holos nash yedynyi!

Pryspiv

Znayte, lyubi druzi.
My povynni vmity,
Shchob u kozniy smuzi
Na zemli zletity.

Pryspiv