𝘚𝘢𝘣í𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳í𝘢 𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭
𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴
𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢,
𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦
𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰
𝘥𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴
𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 /
𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦
𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘳
𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴
𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴,
𝘺 𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘦
𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰
𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰
𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘴
𝘢𝘭 𝘶𝘯í𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰
𝘴𝘦𝘳á𝘯 𝘦𝘯
𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 /
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦
𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘥ó
𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳,
𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳á𝘯
𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘴
𝘯𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘴
𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘴,
𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘴
𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘴
\" 𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰
𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦 /
𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢 \",
𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘳á 𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘻
𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘰
𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘴 /
𝘭𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪ó𝘯 𝘥𝘦
𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘳,
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘳 /
𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘴í𝘢𝘴
𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘳á𝘯 𝘵𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘯
𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘢,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘵𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢
𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳á 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦
𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 /
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢
𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘪ó𝘯,
𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦
𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘭 /
𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘳á
𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘰
𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘴 /
𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘴,
𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘳á𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴
𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴
𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 /
𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢
𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯
𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘲𝘶é,
𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘻á𝘴,
𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘻á𝘴,
𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘴,
𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘵ó 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳
𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘴.
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢
𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘉𝘖 – 𝘊Ó𝘙𝘋𝘖𝘉𝘈 – 𝘈𝘙𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘈