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Oi tam u luzi pry dolyni
Chervoni rozi rozcvily.
A tam try brattya z Prykarpattya
Zyttya za volju viddaly.
Yih bulo troye v tii kryyivci,
Maly hranaty, papashky.
Vony ne znaly, shcho druh zradyt
Katam chervonoyi Moskvy.
Katy kryyivku obstupyly,
Krychat: "Zdavaisya, ruky vverh!"
A htos tam kryknuv: "Slava Ukrayini!
My ne zdamosya, krashche smert!"
Try druzi movchky vciluvalys,
Nihto proshchannya ne blahav.
Pochaly rvatysya hranaty
I kulemet zaklekotav.
