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Chy to burya, chy to hrim,
Chy hude hmarolim,
Shcho zemlya na sto myl stohne hrizno?
Lyudy idut, yak toi bir,
Chuty surmu: "Pozir!
V ryad stavai, shchob ne bulo zapizno!"
To dvyhnuvsya v pohod
Ukrayinskyi narod,
Shchob zdobuty sobi luchshu dolju,
Nai revut boruny,
Ta nai b’yut peruny,
Vin yak povin rozllyetsya po polju.
De z ye syla taka,
Shchob spynyty mohla,
Ves narod, yak vin z miscya dvyhnetsya.
Chuty klych: "Hei pozir!"
U rukah blys topir,
Duh roste, serce molotom b’yetsya.
