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Cherez Kyyiv na Vkrayinu bytyi shlyah biliye,
Yak zhadayu, mylyi druze, to az serce mliye.
Ruinuvaly, pljundruvaly proklyati chekisty,
Znushchalys nad narodom pidli komunisty.
Z cerkov nashyh porobyly teatralni sali,
Oi ne daimos nad soboyu tak znushchatys dali.
Odnak, kozen lycar – slavnyi, kozackoho rodu,
My pidemo za Vkrayinu z vorohom do boyu.
Ridnyi Kyyiv vidberemo – vin stane mohuchyi,
Ukrayinci usmihnutsya nad Dniprom revuchym.
