My z vamy dity pomaranchevi,
Zovtoharyacha v nas krov,
Mali i velyki, sumni i veseli, –
Usih nas yednaye ljubov.
Pryspiv:
Teper bude vse inakshe,
Teper bude vse ne tak.
Oranazevi pomaranchi –
Ce volya u nashyh rukah.
Kozen u sviti nas uze znaye,
My ukrayinskyi narod.
Nihto nashyh kryl uze ne zlamaye,
Nihto ne zakryye nam rot.
Pryspiv
Sonce zovtoharyache,
Yak pomaranchevyi myachyk.
Ce kolir dobra i nadiyi,
Zbuvayutsya nashi mriyi.