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Yak dobre te, shcho smerti ne boyus ya
I ne pytayu, chy tyazkyi mii hrest.
Shcho pered vamy, suddi, ne vklonyusya
V peredchutti nedovidomyh verstv.
Pryspiv:
O smerte myla, o smerte ljuba,
Tebe ya zovsim ne boyusya!
O smerte myla, o smerte ljuba,
Tebe ya zovsim ne boyusya!
Shcho zyv-ljubyv i ne nabravsya skverny,
Nenavysti, proklonu, kayattya.
Narode mii, do tebe ya shche vernu,
I v smerti obernusya do zyttya.
Pryspiv
Svoyim strazdennym i nezlym oblychchyam,
Yak syn, tobi dozemno poklonyus
I chesno hlyanu v chesni tvoyi vichi,
Ya v smerti z ridnym krayem poridnyus.
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