glory to ukraine glory glory the successes of a great country consist of the successes of every ukrainian just as many small rivers merge into the mighty dnipro today our common goal is our desire to build a sovereign free independent state only together we can change our future for the better the power is indomitable when the united country say i am ukraine

, ukraine is blooming, olena, the monasteries, sing to me , mother, a galicum, i want to hear your wind from me, not when did she start giving me a dig, for sure, don’t take the village of the fields from me, she stopped, maybe more, and lagged behind they will come to you on monobroken roads, i will always come to you, god forbid, there will be strong storms, we will take the police if they are bullets, i became very good, i was not equally very bad, she rocked me in slippers , everything, paliya is waiting for me in the field, mom, bare the

brace, i want to hear your native word, boy tumanula didn't the cat have her own love , mother, well done, magic dissolves the young woman. she doesn't sit down. sing to me, little coot, it wants to be your name, the

word is no problem, fairy, hold me back, young child, i want to hear more . -and

is thank you thank you thank you love ukraine like the sun love like the wind and grass and water in a happy hour and in joy for a moment love an hour of bad weather love ukraine in a dream and in reality your cherry blossom ukraine her beauty is eternally alive and new and her nightingale language for us she is in

the only one in the world. one as her eyes are tender. she is brown in the stars and in the willows. she is in every heart beat. like that bush that burns from above. love the battle with all your heart as a song that shines in the dawn ukraine is ours and we will be with it forever.

good evening, we are with ukraine.

good evening. we are from ukraine. the poet is not afraid of the enemy of death, because the song is free. i

can not die. everywhere you can hear her on the maidan and in the field, the crowd sang the borrowed song like a choir, believer , i don't know, don't stay home. hey, my dear oleg, i congratulate you, this moment is much more important than all the songs that we have ever sung or written. we are here and today. what is more important now in

in 2022, the children of the city will be burned to the ground. will celebrate their independence as they should , we love ukrainians to see the news about it, we want to sing about it every night, we will not stop talking about

it, because it is the least we can do, not to be silent, but to talk about those who die this song we we dedicate them to the ukrainians we love you we are with you we stand in solidarity with you in your longing for home we want peace in ukraine our brothers and sisters we love you i congratulate you childhood

believer be

the only i caught a high temperature and you had a high fever i also bought a crayon bunny

live ukraine i live for beauty for strength for truth for freedom noises ukraine like native forests like the wind in the

wide field you will not stand before the court and your hands will not be twisted enemies stand your faithful sons all around with sabers in their hands the guards stand swearing to you on sabers to live and die with you and a chain flag relatives in bloody battles no, never be covered with shame , live ukraine on the threshold of the old door, what do you leave behind the

best picture of elephants, mother, the sweetest person with tattooed eyes, the loudest two-wheeler in the whole world, the coolest sandat on the billionaire insurgent, the most insightful poem to ants on the body, the most famous song,

know if an angel gp turns by the shoulder and the moment is the most important time i will bring mine in my arms and fight to the end among

all the concrete blocks the best picture tsunami the biggest soul macaroni the loudest move will teach a start-up for a billion coins is not a more insightful poem to the house of distribution

and the truth is that winged soil does not need land, there will be sky, there will be no field, there will be will, there will be no steam, there will be clouds, this is probably true, the bird but what about a person? and he has wings. and he has wings. those wings are not made of feather fluff, but from the truth of virtue and trust. some have loyalty in love, some have eternal passion, some have sincerity for work, some have generosity for care , some have songs, or hope, or poetry. or dreams

man supposedly does not fly but has wings and he has wings lina kostenko wings, i believe in flying, but i want only his touch from the map of the world. only his touch is the grass. i am very much like a bird, but i want only the sky. of all the

treasures of the world, i need only his touch. why is this the only way with me to love the rich, even if i have never

fallen? in the rays in the sky so many waves i believed in myself but i only want his wings

you don't stop you never want to because of the stones and burn on it so hard to lose they are yours people care about souls and you say you have to see me through the puddles and i know how to fly i want only him wings and i'm drowning in the noise of loving, but no one like that why is it so good that the way is not with me, i am talking to you

ukraine is sometimes bitter i stop at the beauty i do not understand what a miracle these steppes are, this sky is whole everything is so beautiful, clean, unfading everything as there are roads sycamores everything is mine everything is called ukraine such beauty is high and imperishable that wants to stop and speak loudly with god

oh

winter amen

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