My z vamy dity pomaranchevi,
Zovtoharyacha v nas krov,
Mali i velyki, sumni i veseli, –
Usich nas yednaye lyubov.

Pryspiv:
Teper bude vse inakshe,
Teper bude vse ne tak.
Oranazevi pomaranchi –
Ce volya u nashych rukach.

Kozen u sviti nas uze znaye,
My ukrayins'kyi narod.
Nichto nashych kryl uze ne zlamaye,
Nichto ne zakryye nam rot.

Pryspiv

Sonce zovtoharyache,
Yak pomaranchevyi myachyk.
Ce kolir dobra i nadiyi,
Zbuvayut'sya nashi mriyi.