Pyshla by ya, pyshla

Pyshla by ya, pyshla
Do toi Hameryky,
Keby na ryk, na dva,
Zeby ne naviky.

V Hameryci dobri,
V Hameryci zdravo,
Lem ze v Hameryci
Veselosty malo.

Boze, nas blahoslov
V nashym starym krayu –
Na nashym zdorov’yu
I na urozayu.

Ne pyidu, ne pyidu
Ya od svoyei mamy,
Choc by sha do mene
Talyary kulyaly.