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«ЖІНОЧИЙ СВІТ» Ж AN UKRAINIAN GIRL Ar PRIDU TE Sweet symphony, my ears resound With vibrant chords, harmonious, thine, Into my soul thou creep, divine; Т so rejoice my Muse I’ve found. Great Koshetz, venerable swain Of “Ukraina’s” music lore, Thou bring back to ше days о! My country’s glory here again. Mine eyes are filled with joyful tears, ‘As to thy baton doth vibrate That human organ to create ‘An eestacy I’ve yearned for years. Thy maidens pure, м з of blue, Dark-browed, hair wafting in the breeze; ‘A song of vigor, yet with ease Kisses their lips of ruby hue. Here, too, sound, stalwart knight I see, Led by Avramenko, master bold, As in great Hetmans’ da; of old Were led our fearless Kozaks free. His ballet dancers depict well Our ancient Ukrainian race, — rdy, resolved, yet full of grace, й on the Steppe doth ever dwell. WwW Again I see, to Dnieper’s roar, These heroes against foeman strive, On snow-white steeds in fearless drive, Unto the Black Sea’s troublous shore. Long may ye live, yes, and for aye, Who our great heritage extol, Lift to the world “Ukraina’s” soul, То heights of glory, there to stay. John Yatchew.
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