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OH breeze there is none,
Nor do the waters run
From our Ukraina's land.
Perhaps, in council there they stand,
To march against the Turk demand.
We hear not in this foreign land.
Blow winds, blow across the sea.
Bring tidings of our land so free.
Come from Dnieper's Delta low,
Dry our tears and chase away our woe.

Roar in play thou sea so blue,
In yon boats are Cossacks true,
Their caps above are dimly seen.
Rescue for us this may mean.
Once more we'll hear Ukraina's story.
Once more the ancient Cossack glory
We'll hear before we die."

So in Skutari the Cossacks sang,
Their tears rolled down, their wailing rang.
Bosphorus groaned at the Cossack cry,
And then he raised his waves on high,
And shivering like a great grey bull,
His waters roaring far and full
Into the Black Sea's ribs were hurled.
The sea sent on great Bosphorus' cry,
To where the sands of the Delta lie,
And then the waters of Dnieper pale
In turn took up the mournful tale.