Skydayuchy lystya – stril ohnyane
Na hory Talyski, ne spaly no mene
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O-o-o-o-o, zalizne derevo
O-o-o, o-o-o-o, zalizne derevo
Yak tilky ty spalysh – v zinochyh slozah
Zirzaviyesh rano, rozviyeshsya v prah
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Pidhopleni vitrom zola ta irza
Litatymut svitom honytymut zah
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