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Navkruh Chyhyryna po stepu kurhany.
Tam mohyla skifa i volya kozaka,
Vony pam’yatayut chervoni zupany,
Chuly holos Gonty i Zaliznyaka.
Z Chernechoyi kruchi chuty stohin bolju,
Podyvys, Tarase, na ditei svoyih,
Shcho zabuly movu, rozip’yaly volju,
Nyni topchut slavu pradidiv svoyih.
Hlyan na Ukrayinu, shcho v sim’yi yedynii,
V sim’yi volnii novii rozcvila, yak sad:
Obryvaye viter z toho sadu kvity,
I po vsomu svitu peljustky letyat.
Shcho z nam skazut ljudy? Shcho nam skazut dity?
Chto shche na Vkrayini bude panuvat?
Rozryvayut hrudy yiyi sester ruky,
Ubyvayut dushu, a syny movchat.
Za shcho z didy nashi z lyahom voyuvaly
I navishcho Honta ubyvav syniv?
Pravnuky Bohdanu konya osidlaly –
Vyyihav na ploshchu ta i zakam’yaniv.
