𝘚𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴
𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘳
𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘳é 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘰
𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰,
𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘳á𝘯
𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘮í𝘰
𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘮á𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘴
𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘴,
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳á𝘯 𝘥𝘦
𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘮á𝘴
𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘰,
𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰
𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘺
𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴
𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴,
𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘳é
𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘴
𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘴
𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘴,
𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘳é
𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦
𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰
𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘴,
𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘰,
𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘰,
𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦,
𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘺
𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯
𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘳á𝘯
𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘴 /
𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳,
𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘶
𝘴𝘦𝘳á𝘴 𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘢 /
𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘴
𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴,
𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘦
𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘫𝘢𝘴 /
𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘺
𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴,
𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘳á𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴
𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴 /
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢
𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪é𝘯 𝘴𝘦
𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘳.
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢
𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘉𝘖 – 𝘊Ó𝘙𝘋𝘖𝘉𝘈 – 𝘈𝘙𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘈