62 lines
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62 lines
1.4 KiB
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Do not mow us sharp sword!
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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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Beat, beat and beat yuudem!
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The wide steppes, swamps,
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By barbed Volyn land
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There Ukrainian Cossack Golota,
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As if the wind rode on horseback.
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Oh, Golota, you do not walk in vain -
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Sever pany Ukraine
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Hurry horse rises,
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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 squeezed his 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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Prior to the Soviet-rich land
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Polamat vain side
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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 daring deeds,
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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 first did not know how bad
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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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No one! Never! Never!
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Chorus. 1936 |