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Ty idesh, vesnoyu zakosychena,
Po zelen-travah molodyh;
Smiyetsya nebo perelyvamy
U mori kvitiv zapashnyh.
Ty idesh svitamy veselkovymy,
Dyvuyesh zemlju zoryamy,
Vustamy niznymy, medovymy
Cilunky siyesh hronamy.
Shcho ye, shcho bulo – ne zabudetsya,
Cilunky makamy zrostut,
Kohannyam chystym, promenystym
Vesnoyu znovu zacvitut!
Ty idesh, vesnoyu zakosychena,
Po zelen-travah molodyh;
Smiyetsya nebo perelyvamy
U mori kvitiv zapashnyh.
