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I desire to be buried Where the Dnipro's running by. On this land of steppes and cherries Bury me when I die. Bury me that I could hear Mighty river setting free; Endless fields and hill-sides near, Splendid scapes I'd like to see. And when blood will run away To the depth of water blue, So then I'll find the way To God to pray for you. I will leave the life I led When the pains be swept by blood, I will plead with Lord... before that I don't know any God. Bury me and then through pains Get together on my grave, Free yourself and break the chains Lest no one of you be slave! And in future, that you'll gain Just recall me, don't forget, Mention me in free Ukraine With a quiet, kind word.

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