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65 lines
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Song about Cossack Golota
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That is not a flock of crows flew
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Under the willow feast to feast -
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Haydamaky and Germans tried
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Our land on the part of the break.
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So strong was the land is,
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They did not have to ransack her -
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Our falcons and sokolyata
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Swept away like smoke, crow!
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Chorus:
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Do not mow our sword sharp,
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The enemy's bullets did not kill him.
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We meet the enemy simply:
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We beat, beat and will beat!
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The wide steppes, swamps,
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According Volyn prickly stubble -
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There Ukrainian Cossack Golota
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Like the wind, walk on horseback.
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Oh, Golota, you wonder not walk a minute:
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Sever pany Ukraine
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Then increase quickly horse-ka
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To protect the native land!
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Chorus.
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Golota And the mighty rose
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He gripped iron fist.
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And vorogov Terrible cloud
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Flew Ukrainian Cossack.
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Porassypalis slippery pans,
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Haidamak system crumbled,
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A growing giant Golota
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And singing a cheerful song!
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Chorus.
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There were a lot of different hunters
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Until a rich Soviet land -
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Broken off side waste,
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Yes and legs barely carried away.
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Not decayed their black bones,
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Not forgotten spirited affairs.
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Let them come uninvited guests,
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Let them go, if life is not sweet!
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Chorus.
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We were able to well before
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Get even with enemies in battle,
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And now to my last breath
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We will fight for his land.
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The whole nation will rise fiercely and courageously,
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Like an eagle on the protection of the nest,
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Do not make us slaves,
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Anyone, for anything, ever!
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Chorus.
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Do not mow our sword sharp,
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The enemy's bullets did not kill him.
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We meet the enemy simply:
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We beat, beat and will beat! 1937
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