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Zaspivaimo, panyanochky,
Veseloyi yahilochky.
Nai sya maty utishaye,
Isus z hrobu voskresaye.
Nai voskresnut z mohyl tiyi,
Strilci nashi sichoviyi.
Nai voskresne Ukrayina,
Sriblom-zlotom zamayina.
Nai voskresne, nai prybude
Pomiz ukrayinski ljudy.
Narid yeyi pryvitaye,
"Shche ne vmerla" zaspivaye.
Shche ne vmerla taya slava,
Shcho p’yatsot lit v stepu spala.
