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Zhynuv strilec v chystim poli,
Dovho vin plakav, rydav,
Svoyih druziv-tovaryshiv
Dovho vin, dovho blahav:
"Virni druzi-tovaryshi,
Tam ne lyshaite mene!
Skoro zamknu svoyi ochi,
Tak pohovaite mene!"
Zhynuv, druzi pohovaly,
Chrest na mohyli stoyav...
Teper ni hresta, ni mohyly,
Hen, htos pluhom zorav.
