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The sun goes down beyond the hill, / The shadows darken, birds are still; / From fields no more come toiler's voices / In blissful rest the world rejoices.
With lifted heart I, gazing stand, / Seek shady grove in Ukraine's land.
Uplifted thus, 'mid memories fond / My heart finds rest, o'er the hills beyond.
On fields and woods the darkness falls / From heaven blue a bright star calls, / The tears fall down. Oh, evening star!
Hast thou appeared in Ukraine far?
In that fair land do sweet eyes seek thee / Dear eyes that once were wont to greet me?
Have eyes forgotten their tryst to keep?
Oh then, in slumber let them sleep / No longer o'er my fate to weep.