Des' daleko zvidsy – u moyiy chatyni,
Plachut' ochi kari i sumuyut' – syni:
"Tatu nash, tatusyu! Shcho sobi hadayesh?
Chom ty tilky dzvonysh, a ne pryyizdzayesh?"
Nam ne treba bilshe harnych podarunkiv
I ne shly nam z mamoyu u lystach cilunkiv.
Chochesh pryhornuty? – To vertay skorishe,
Budem zyty razom, yak bulo ranishe".

Des' daleko zvidsy – u ridniy oseli,
U moyeyi Lady ochi neveseli:
"Oy, holube syzyi! Ya tebe kochayu!
De ty zabaryvsya? Dumayu, chekayu..."
...Dole ukrayins'ka, dole neshchaslyva,
Skilky malych ditok bez bat'kiv lyshyla?!
U svit podalysya na chlib zaroblyaty,
Na chuzyni shchastya dlya sim’yi shukaty.

Ot i ya, daleko vid ridnoho krayu,
Dolenky dlya ditok krashchoyi shukayu...
Choch zenu vid sebe i pechal, i vtomu,
Ta u snach shchonochi ya lechu dodomu.
Lynu na Vkrayinu, de v ridniy oseli
U moyeyi Lady ochi neveseli.
Vdalech – sercem lynu, bo v moyiy chatyni
Plachut' ochi kari i sumuyut' – syni...