Poletiv by’m na kray svita,
Yak viter, shto v poli litat, hey,
V hameryc'kyi kray.
Lem zal my tya, moya chyzo
Solom’yana, zal.

Oy v nas prevelyka bida –
Ne mozna zarobyt' chliba, hey,
Mushu yichat' v dal.
Lem zal my vas, moyi verchy
Zeleniyi, zal.

Oy zal my vas, soyky syvi,
Shto’m vas plekav bez try zymy, hoy,
Oy zal my vas, zal.
Bo i na cey by’m poyichav
V hameryc'kyi kray.

Oy zal my tya, moya strano,
De zyyut mamychka z nyanom, hoy,
Oy zal my tya, zal.
Choc v nas bida – ne poyidu
V hameryc'kyi kray.