Cvit Ukrayiny i krasa,
Skobiv orlynyi my rid.
Lyubymo sonce, ruh, zyttya,
Lyubymo volju i svit.
Plast – nasha hordist i mriya.
Lyubii Otchyzni – nash trud,
Buinyi v nim poryv, nadiya.
V Plasti roste novyi ljud.
Brattya, pora nam stanuty v ryad,
Styah plastovyi pidiinyaty,
Slavu Vkrayini prydbat!
Sonce po nebu koluye,
Znayut i hmary svii shlyah,
Viter nevpynno mandruye
Po Ukrayiny polyah.
My z soncya yasnoho – dity,
Volnoho vitru – braty,
Maly b v bezdilli zmarnity,
Cili zyttya ne znaity?!
Brattya, pora nam stanuty v ryad,
Styah plastovyi pidiinyaty,
Slavu Vkrayini prydbat!