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Plesa yanivskyh ozer – sriblo,
Nad vodoyu lyne chaika sribna,
A na hory siye zerna Sonce –
Sonce zolote... Sonce zolote!
Pryspiv:
Ne spade na dumku i dumka,
Shcho ce tilky son abo mana –
Zapovidna yavoryna,
Zapovidna vsya yiyi ridnya!
Nad lisamy niznyi travnya lehit
I muzniye osokoriv lepet,
A u dolah buinotrav’ya barvom,
Barvom osyainym... Barvom osyainym!
Pryspiv
Dyvo-ptaha dyvo-holos vishchyi
Dolju shchedru nam prorochyt vichnu,
Ditvory veselyi homin svitom,
Svitom molodym... Svitom molodym!
Pryspiv
Ne zhubyvsya chystyi potik v hashchah,
Povertaye nam pryroda shchastya;
Ne zalyshu ya na potim radist,
Radist vesnyanu... Radist vesnyanu!
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