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Oi ta zazurylys strilci sichoviyi,
Yak Zbruch richku prohodyly,
Shcho tilky narodu vpalo za svobodu,
Vstoyatys ne bulo syly.
Oi yak zazurylys strilci sichoviyi
Staly hirki slozy lyty.
Bude lyah proklyatyi batkamy oraty,
Materyamy volochyty.
Oi ne tishsya, lyashe, shcho po Zbruch to vashe,
Shche ne vmerla taya slava.
Vernutsya shche tiyi strilci sichoviyi,
Zadrozyt yeshche Varshava.
