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Presvyatoye ta i Rozestvo,
Shcho nam radist ta i pryneslo.
Arhanhely Havriyily
V zolotyye zatrubyly.
V zolotyye truby zatrubyly,
Mertvyh z hroba pobudyly.
– Ustavaite, mertvi, z hroba
Ta i pidemo my do Boha.
Yak nas bude Boh sudyty,
Shche i na riznu stanovyty.
Pravednykiv – po pravuyu ruku,
A hreshnykiv – na vichnuyu muku.
Pravednyky raduyutsya,
A hreshnyky vozdyhayut.
A hreshnyky vozdyhayut,
Otcya i nenku spomynayut.
Zdrastuite, z praznykom!
