ЗАПОВІТ / MY TESTAMENT
When I
die, let me be buried
In my
beloved Ukraine,
My tomb
upon a grave-mound high,
Amid the
wide-spread plain,
That the
fields, the steppe unbounded,
The
Dnieper plunging shore
My eye
could see, my ear could hear
The
mighty river roar,
When
from Ukraine the Dnieper bears
Into the
deep blue sea
The
blood of foes then will I leave
These
hills and fertile fields
I'll
leave them all behind and fly
To the
abode of God
To sing
His praise But till that day
I
nothing know of God.
On bury
me, then rise ye up
And
break your heavy chains
And
water with the tyrants' blood
The
freedom you have gained.
And in
the great new family,
The
family of the free,
With
softly-spoken kindly word
Remember also me.
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Джон Вір
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