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Oi u polju burkun-zillya
Verhom procvitaye.
Molodaya chumachyha
Z zalju umlivaye.
– Ne plach, ne plach, mylenkaya,
No molysya bohu,
Ya vypravlju voly i vozy,
Sam vernus dodomu.
Molodiyi orlenyata
Krutu horu vkryly.
Molodiyi chumachata
Zalju narobyly.
– Molodiyi orlenyata,
Pidnesitsya vhoru.
Molodiyi chumachata,
Vernitsya dodomu.
– Oi radi b my pidnyatysya –
Tuman nalyahaye.
Oi radi b my vernutysya –
Radnyk ne puskaye.
Oi radnyku, ty nash brate,
Vchyny z nashu volju,
Pusty, pusty nas chotyry
Choc na chas dodomu...
– Oi rad by-m ya, moyi brattya,
Ta vam uchynyty,
Fury tyazki, krai dalekyi,
Treba dostavyty.
