I look As if hanging in the sky Saint Kyiv is our great. They shine with a holy miracle Temples of God. As if with himself They talk about God. I watch, and I grind myself. They called quietly In Kyiv, as if in the sky.
(с) Taras Shevchenko
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I look As if hanging in the sky Saint Kyiv is our great. They shine with a holy miracle Temples of God. As if with himself They talk about God. I watch, and I grind myself. They called quietly In Kyiv, as if in the sky.
(с) Taras Shevchenko