Choven plyve ta chvyli zdiymaye,
B’yuchy vitryla v zadumlyvu nich.
Zori u nebi rachuye kermanych,
Misyac'-nubiyec' u nebi horyt'.

Kozak mirkuye ta ne sumuye,
V lyulci veselyi duchm’yanyi tyutyun.
Z neba u more padayut' zori,
V serci benteznyi radisnyi strum.

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Na vydnokoli – syvi topoli,
Viter u poli kolyshe kovyl.
Shabli y naboyi, kaydany y pistoli
Chay hynut' u mori, mov smutok i bil.

Choven plyve do synoho rayu,
Vreshti lyshayuchy zemlyu chuzu.
Varty vorozi mov viter mynaye,
V synomu nebi mandruye...

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