𝘍𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰
𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘦ñ𝘰,
𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯
𝘷𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴 /
𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦
𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰,
𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘫𝘢𝘴
𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 /
𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘪ó𝘯
𝘫𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯
𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘺𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘢 /
𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰
𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘰
𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭
𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘢,
𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘰
𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴
𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴
𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘻𝘤𝘢 /
𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢,
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦,
𝘢ú𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰,
𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 /
𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳é,
𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶é
𝘢 𝘴𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘻𝘰,
𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰,
𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴
𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴,
𝘺 𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰
𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰,
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘻 𝘥𝘦
𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯,
𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴é
𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳.
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢
𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘉𝘖 – 𝘊Ó𝘙𝘋𝘖𝘉𝘈 - 𝘈𝘙𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘈