A zori nad ridnoyu chatoyu blyzche,
I havkit sobak, i spiv solov’ya vse mylish,
I vranishni rosy prymerzli i vypavshi z vyshe
Nahaduyut' sercyu, yak yshov bosoniz.

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Pidchid do chuzych, ale takoz lyudey,
Yak yidu vid domu – lyshayet'sya tuha,
Ta "ni" vidstupaty vid svoyich idey!

Ya znayu meni koznyi den pomahayut'
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Dushi predkiv moyich, shcho u ridniy zemli spochyvayut',
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A zori nad ridnoyu chatoyu blyzche,
I havkit sobak, i spiv solov’ya vse mylish,
I vranishni rosy prymerzli i vypavshi z vyshe
Nahaduyut' sercyu, yak yshov bosoniz.