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Vyshnevyi sadok poris bur’yanom,
Yak serce kozacke v stepu polynom,
Rozbyti dorohy probyte selo,
Shche i nas zapryahayut v cherhove yarmo.
Chort zabyrai, chort zabyrai!
Chort zabyrai, berezy nas Boze!
Hanebnaya pravda – yak hory smittya,
Vid Syanu do Donu – krasyve zyttya.
Mii Kyyiv vtrachaye shlyahetnist vikiv!
Shcho dali – Odesa? Na cherzi ye Lviv...
Chort zabyrai, chort zabyrai!
Chort zabyrai, berezy nas Boze!
Pryspiv:
Rushnyk vyshyvanyi, na pokutti ikona.
Ya v babynii hati, ya znovu vdoma.
I baiduze te, shcho tobi skazut chuzi,
Bo ye naivazlyvishym te, shcho skazesh ty.
Rushnyk vyshyvanyi, teplyi hlib na stoli.
Nemaye v sviti ridnishe zemli.
Poky moyi sady ne stomylys cvisty –
Meni ye shcho skazat, ye shcho vidpovisty.
A chorniyi diry nas vablyat i zdut.
Prollyut nashu krov, potim nam prodadut.
Hoduyut prymaramy tysyachi lit,
Stravyly zseredyny slavnyi mii rid!
My holi i bosi, tomu nedarma
Vidkryteye nebo ye nasha dusha.
Ta dushu rozderly na Zahid, na Shid,
Chuzynci vze pyshut za nas "Zapovit".
Chort zabyrai, chort zabyrai!
Chort zabyrai, berezy nas Boze!
Pryspiv
I poky u druha shche spalah v ochah,
Vidchui ioho ruku, i hai zhyne strah!
Na pryu chy na kil – vybyraty tobi,
Zahynuty v boyu chy hnyty v tyurmi.
A hto z ty – kripak chy kozak?
Chto z ty – kripak chy kozak?
Chto z ty – kripak chy kozak?
Navoloch chy heroi?
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