Yak yshov ya z Hameryky do krayu,
Strityv ya tam svoho brata na moryu.

– A brate miy, brate lyubyi, yak sya mash,
Cy tam zyye, cy ne zyye moya mac?

– Oy ne zyye tvoya maty, ne zyye,
Yuz try rochky v chorniy zemly yak hnyye,

– Keby ya znav, ze moya mac ne zyye,
Sydiv by ya v Hameryckoy krayinye.