Daruvaly chysti rosy syni nebesa,
Zaplitala nizni kosy divchynka-krasa,
Zaplitala pershi mriyi i haryachu krov,
Zaplitala v nych nadiyu viru i lyubov.

Zaplitala v nych darunky, i dumky svoyi,
Pershi nizni pocilunky, spivy solov’yiv,
I horily ochi chlopciv, yak vohni vesny:
Bud' shchaslyva nasha Yulya – budemo i my!

Bud' shchaslyva Yulya,
Bud' shchaslyva Yulya,
Bud' shchaslyva Yulya,
Budemo i my!

Prolitaly vesny dzvinko i desyatky lit,
Zaplitala kosy zinka, lyubuvavsya svit,
Zaplitala svitlu movu u sercya lyudey,
I lovyly kozne slovo tysyachi ochey.

I pobachyly u sviti, yak narod povstav,
Yak buket haryachych kvitiv podalav metal,
I spivaly Ukrayiny donky i syny:
Bud' smilyva nasha Yulya – budemo i my!

Bud' smilyva Yulya,
Bud' smilyva Yulya,
Bud' smilyva Yulya,
Budemo i my!

Razom budemo svobodu i krasu nesty,
Chto skazav, shcho v odnu vodu dvichi ne vviyty,
I ne bude na Maydanach cholodu zymy,
Bud' shchaslyva nasha Yulya – budemo i my!

Bud' shchaslyva Yulya,
Bud' smilyva Yulya,
Bud' kochana Yulya,
Budemo i my!