Prosty z mene, hospody

Prosty z mene, hospody,
Za ridnuyu movu,
Shcho yiyi zabuv ya kolys
Poza inshym slovom.

Plachu ya, bo, o nash boze,
Yak taya dytyna
Z mist u sela starcyuvaty
Pishla syrotyna.

Pishla, ridna, ta i do stepu,
Shchob ne chut, ne zrity
Yak curalys yiyi dity,
Yiyi ridni dity.

Sestru ridnu, titku yihnyu
Yak matir shanuyut,
A neyu nairidnishoyu,
Matir’yu, – hyduyut.

Pidy, maty stepovaya,
Po selah pobidkai,
A my poky pid’yimosya
V zamoznoyi titky.

Titka vladoyu chastuye –
U horomy vodyt,
A shcho z tebe, stepovoyi, –
Odni pisni rodyat.

Protry ze yim, hospody,
Durni ochenyata,
Zapytai: – hiba bahatsvom
Krasna ridna maty?

Nevze z pam’yat treba sterty,
Shchob zyt lehshe bulo?
Nevze maty musyt vmerty,
Shchob my shamenulys?