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Oi za haty, chorni hmary, za haty, za haty,
Perestante, vorozenky, na mene brehaty.
Perestaly vorozenky, a zachaly ljude,
Shcho z nashoho zakohanya nichoho ne bude.
Bo z nashoho zakohanya budut sya smiyaty,
Shcho my taki molodenki budem sya kohaty.
