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Divchyno, holubko, prysyad bilya mene,
Chai tebe pryhornu shche raz,
Nehai pociluyu, obnyavshy vostannye,
Bo, moze, zaplachesh po nas?
Bo vze vidhodzu ya na Volyn z druzyamy,
Vsih nas tudy klyche nakaz,
Shchob v UPA borotys za volju Vkrayiny,
Do zbroyi tam klychut vsih nas.
Na hori – mohyla, tryzub vves – v praporah,
A hrest berezovyi – v kvitkah,
Try lavy povstanciv v tim hrobu heroyiv
Prysyahu skladayut vsi vraz.
A dzvony v dzvinyci vse hrayut, yak surmy,
Prysyahu povstansku nesut
Vid hir Kavkazu do sribnoho Syanu.
Ce marshi boiovi na put.
Upala komanda – tverda i rishucha:
"Do zbroyi, povstanci, vpered!"
A sonce kryvavo ponad horu znyalos,
Snizok shlyahy stelyt na shid.
Vid’yihaly druzi, po selah zatyhlo,
Vertayut divchata do hat,
Povstanskuyu pisnyu lysh viter donosyt:
"Z vesnoyu my vernem do vas".
