Ridni buryaky

Nas tam nemaye, de hochetsya buty,
Ta yak potrapym tudy,
To mymo voli ne mozem zabuty
My svoyi horody i sady.

Kulya zemna, yak firanka strokata,
V ochah ryabyt vid krayin.
Harnyh mistechok na nii ye bahato,
Ta Stanislav ye odyn!

Tam bilya Bystryci riky
Proishly 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 mriyah,
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 maize holyaka
Karnavaly, samba, rumba
I nemaye buryaka. (ost 2 ryadky – 2)

Ale nabrydly banany ta kava,
Ta z hochetsya, de yih nema,
Yihnya Zedandiya yim ne cikava,
Tyahne yih nasha zyma.

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

V nyh cilyi ostriv Barbados
Takoz hanyaly na kolhoz,
I uyavyty ne mozlyvo,
Yak yim hotilos na moroz.

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

Ce dlya nyh vershyna mriyi,
Shcho buvaye lysh u snah,
Des poblyzu Kolomyyi
Pobuvat na buryakah.

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

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

De by mene ne zakynula dolya,
De by ne trapyv mii shlyah,
Ya do svoho buryakovoho polya
Zavzdy vertayu v dumkah.

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 znaidesh,
Tomu do mista Stanislava
Moya ljubov ne maye mez.

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

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