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Chy chuyesh huk zradlyvoyi mashyny,
Shcho strepenula zryvom Rotterdam?
Pohaslo serce syna Ukrayiny,
Shchob spalahnuty v hrudyah tysyacham!
Na krylah tuhy zlyn u Bilohorshchu,
De bii kypyt, svyatoho hnivu shal.
U vilni dni narod pide na proshchu,
De smert bezsmertyam strinuv heneral.
V horah, lisah i po karpatskyh shylah,
Chai krok tvii tyho, v svyatosti stupa,
V yih tini voli vyrostaly kryla,
Tam splyat bezsmertni lycari UPA.
