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Spovnylas mira, krov brativ,
Neljudski zlochyny kativ,
I zhanblena narodnya chest
Zrodyla mest, krivavu mest.
Nai hromy hryanut v nashu skran,
Nehai zaimetsya v hrudyah hran,
Nastav vze chas, pryishla pora:
"Urra, u bii! Urra! Urra!"
Nas klyche zov velykyh dii,
I z krovy zrodzenyh nadii,
A hordyi duh davnyh mohyl
Stalyt nam hrud zalizom syl.
Nam ne strashnyi ni rev harmat,
Ni spysy travlenyh hromad;
Strashnishyi nam moskovskyi knut,
Kleimo rabiv i hanba put.
A lyazem my – voskresne hniv
Kolyshnih lit, bezsmertnyh dniv;
Zdrihnes Beskyd vid nashyh chet –
Zachnetsya spravznii nash benket.
