V Vinnipehu dorozenka kovbochkamy vbyta,
Oy mav ze ya Velykodni duze sumni svyeta.

A v nedilyu ranesenko dzvony zadzvonyly,
Zaspivaly: "Chrystos voskres", – cerkvu obchodyly.

Ya, syrota, hirko splakav ta y sobi dumayu:
– Oy Boze miy mylostyvyi, yak to v starim krayu?!

Molodiz sya poschodyla, veselo sy hraye,
A meni tut, molodomu, serce si vryvaye.

Koly b more ne hlyboke ta y fali ne byly,
Buly by my v svoyim krayu svyeta obchodyly.