Nas tam nemaye, de chochet'sya buty,
Ta yak potrapym tudy,
To mymo voli ne mozem zabuty
My svoyi horody y sady.

Kulya zemna, yak firanka strokata,
V ochach ryabyt' vid krayin.
Harnych mistechok na niy ye bahato,
Ta Stanislav ye odyn!

Tam bilya Bystryci riky
Proyshly moyi shkilni roky,
Tam nas hanyaly cilym klasom
U pole myty buryaky.

A my durni buly mali,
Nas ne tyahnulo do zemli,
My zyly v Afryci u mriyach,
Abo na ostrovi Bali.

Uvi sni my yily manho
I papayi u Peru,
I kydaly bumeranhy
U sloniv ta kenhuru.

Tam, de plem’ya mumba-yumba
Chodyt' mayze holyaka
Karnavaly, samba, rumba
I nemaye buryaka. (ost 2 ryadky – 2)

Ale nabrydly banany ta kava,
Ta z chochet'sya, de yich nema,
Yichnya Zedandiya yim ne cikava,
Tyahne yich nasha zyma.

Yim tak ostohydla cukrova trostyna,
Dzunhli ta zovti pisky,
Shcho mriya – daleka dlya nych Ukrayina,
Delikates – buryaky.

V nych cilyi ostriv Barbados
Takoz hanyaly na kolchoz,
I uyavyty ne mozlyvo,
Yak yim chotilos' na moroz.

Taka haryacha v nych zemlya,
Taki haryachi v nych polya,
Shcho pominyaly b svoyu speku
Vony na nashoho nulya.

Ce dlya nych vershyna mriyi,
Shcho buvaye lysh u snach,
Des' poblyzu Kolomyyi
Pobuvat' na buryakach.

Pomisyty trochy hlynu
I pomerznut' do kistok,
Os' todi pro Ukrayinu
Ne bulo by i dumok. (ost 2 ryadky – 2)

Bili i zovti, i chorniyi lyudy,
I mriya u koznoho ye,
I chay tam u yumbi yumbove bude,
A meni chay bude moye.

De by mene ne zakynula dolya,
De by ne trapyv miy shlyach,
Ya do svoho buryakovoho polya
Zavzdy vertayu v dumkach.

De bilya Bystryci riky
Vze dostyhayut' buryaky,
Cheka robota, a ne mriyi
I ne porozni balachky.

Ni u Peru, ni v Banhladesh
Takoho polya ne znaydesh,
Tomu do mista Stanislava
Moya lyubov ne maye mez.

Bude salo v Ukrayini,
Bude cukor z buryaku,
A papayi y mandaryniv
Povno v koznomu lotku.

A, yak dusha zachoche kavy,
Nam ne treba v Santa-Fe,
My sobi u Stanislavi
Des' posydym u kafe. (ost 2 ryadky – 2)