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Oi zarosly ti dorohy travamy,
De hodyly nashi polky z horuhvamy.
Oi zacvyla, rozstelylasya lotava,
De rosla, de procvytala nasha slava.
A shlyahamy, de ishly strilci molodenki,
Tam panuyut, marshyruyut vorizenky.
Nadletily ponad Kyyiv chorni hmary
Potoptaly nashu zemlenku tatary.
Ne tatary, ne polovci – polovchaky,
A moskovske ljute plem’ya prepohane.
Zadzvonyly rano dzvony, zarydaly,
A my svoyu Ukrayinu pohovaly.
Nadletily lastivochky ta i zi shodu
Ta i prynesly dobru zvistku dlya narodu.
Shchebetaly, shcho mynetsya ta ruyina,–
Stane, stane vilna, slavna Ukrayina.
