Transliteration
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Vyide, Boze, vyide, tvore
Sho myr Bozyi pomyraye.
Havryyily, Myhayily
Usi truby zatrubyly.
Usi truby zatrubyly,
Mertvyh z hroba pobudyly.
– Ustavaite, mertvi, z hroba
Ta i pidemo my do Boha.
A nas Boze sudyt bude,
U dva ryady stavyt bude.
Pravedni dushi idut vpravo,
A hreshni dushi idut vlyevo.
U pravednyh dushiv svyechi horyat,
A v hreshnyh dushiv kotly kyp’yat.
Oce ze toi den, shcho hodyna,
Shcho mene nenko sporodyla.
Luchshe b vona prykopala,
Shoby moya dusha menshe b hriha znala.
Pravedni dushi psalmy spivayut,
A hreshni dushi plachut i rydayut.
