Won stoїt, її Vzhe sotnі lіt,
Look at the I natsіlena sky
Nemov rocket zdiblena in polіt,
Іz svitu іnshogo priletіla to you.
Won stoїt and charge all bіzhat
Rocky oxen kіnmi, lіtakami,
Plivut in bezvіst, mov Ratti for Men,
In vіyn Jari (*), scho overgrown graves.
Won stoїt hto kamіn here poklal,
In її basis Perche zvіv tseglinu,
Shmatok gіrky od vіdіrvav insertions,
Ofіruvav s shoulder its Svitin.
Won stoїt, zbudovana for grіsh,
For greytser zvedy, ale behind that ostannіy.
Yak on mezhі good i stoїsh evil,
A Dali, all - kіnets lyudskoї Grani.
Won stoїt, zadivlena uvis,
Rozkuta i obmіryana vіtrami,
In nіy predkіv zapovіt - posluhay, zupinis, |
Tse vіn Brin: & quot; Mi boule not slaves & quot ;. | (2)
Won stoїt, hour doglyane htos,
The I h vіri chi s good shte th kinetic schos on tatsyu,
The I vdyachno s vіvtarya so marvel Christ -
Ancestor of the martyr, scho uvіkovіchiv Pratzen.