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Nikchemni shou kradut v ljudei mozok,
A deheneraty cym zaroblyayut hroshi!
Znesylenu naciyu pohlynaye morok,
A ty lysh movchy – ty nichoho ne zrobysh!
Protest!..
Yakshcho vyzyty hochesh – chastishe vsmihaisya,
A menty i polityky tobi dopomozut.
Na vulycyah mista nashu molod vbyvayut,
I pro ce u novynah nikoly ne skazut!
Shcho vyrishyt dolju krayiny – protest!
Shcho prokrychimo my v pyku yim? – Het!
Na voroha – shablju, na zyda – hrest!
Smert! Smert! Smert! Smert!
Ukrayino, de tvii talant?
I suchasne stanovyshche – ce vam ne zart!
Yakshcho virysh u svitle maibutnye derzavy –
Razom z namy spivai – hai pochuyut nas pravi!
Ukrayino, de tvii talant?
Chai prorvetsya kriz hraty holos narodu!
Slava naciyi – smert voroham!
Chas stavaty borotys za nashu svobodu!
