Chleny chytalni, yednaimosya, brattya

Chleny chytalni, yednaimosya, brattya,
Shchob zhurtuvaly my cile selo,
Shchoby nam z nevoli sonce zasvitylo,
Za chorni hmary shchoby ne zaishlo.

Z-pid nashyh nyziv, selyanskyh strihiv,
My nesemo knyzku – vona nas navchyt.
Shcho my kolys, shcho my postrazdaly,
Za shcho nash narid nyni tak terpyt.

My hochem voli, my hochem doli,
Chochemo letity, rozvyvaty krai,
Chochemo letity, hochemo prosvity,
Yak tam, yak tam, yak tam dalekyi krai.

De z nasha slava, slava krovava,
De nashi hetmany – sichovi strilci?
Shche yak yih zabraly, vse poruinuvaly,
A my, narod, narodni zebraky.

Ne biisya, brate, sotnya polyaze –
Tysyacha povstanciv vstane do borby.
Iz tyazkoi nevoli zdem zyttya na voli,
Povstanut vsi zakovani z tyurmy.

Tyn zruinuvaly, vse spljundruvaly,
De stoyaly shkoly – nastaly tyurmy,
A tyuremni yamy – nashymy kistkamy,
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