V Ameryci dobre, yak naidesh robotu

V Ameryci dobre,
Yak naidesh robotu,
Todi sya pryberesh
Vecherom v subotu.

Ruky u kysheni,
Dzygar kolo boku,
De sya ne ohlyanesh,–
Hroshi ye, nivroku.

A shcho meni z toho,
Shcho ya hroshi mayu,
Koly zinka z ditmy
Biduyut u krayu.

Oi Boze mii, Boze,
Shcho robyty mayu,
Zletiv by-m dodomu
Ta krylec ne mayu.

Sumno meni, sumno
Yak vechir, tak rano:
Na moyim serdenku
Veselosti malo.

Veseloste moya,
De ty sya podila?
Tam, u ridnim krayu,
Na kameni sila.

Do poludnya cvila,
Vid poludnya v’yala,
Des moya veselist,
Yak rosa, propala.

Na hori bereza,
Vitrec yi kolyshe,
Des moya veselist
Dribnyi lystok pyshe.

Litery vyvodyt
Hnuchkymy lozamy,
Chto lyst prochytaye,
Vmyyetsya slozamy.