Nay, thou art not dead, Ukraine,See, the glory's born again,And the skies, O brethren,Smile once more!As in Springtime melts the snowSo shall melt away the foe,And we shall be mastersOf our homes.Soul and body, yea, our allOffer we at freedom's call—We, whose sires were mightyCossack braves

"Nay, thou art not dead, Ukraine,See, the glory's born again,And the skies, O brethren,Smile once more!As in Springtime melts the snowSo shall melt away the foe,And we shall be mastersOf our homes.Soul and body, yea, our allOffer we at freedom's call—We, whose sires were mightyCossack braves"

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