“ 𝙀𝙎𝘽𝙊𝙕𝙊𝙎 𝘿𝙀 𝙁𝙀𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙄𝘿𝘼𝘿 “
𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴,
𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘫𝘢
𝘴𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘳í𝘦,
𝘦𝘴𝘣𝘰𝘻𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦 /
𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥
𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶
𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘺 𝘴𝘶
𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯,
𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳í𝘰,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘢
𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰
𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘢 /
𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘨𝘰
𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭,
𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰
𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘷𝘰 /
𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦,
𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯
𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦
𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘥í𝘢𝘴 /
𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴,
𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘳í𝘦 𝘺
𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘫𝘢
𝘴𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰,
𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦,
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘦
𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘤é,
𝘦𝘴𝘣𝘰𝘻𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦
𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰
𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘢
𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘳 /
𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴,
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘦ñ𝘰
𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘰,
𝘷𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘰
𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢
𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯
𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘢.
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢
𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘉𝘖 – 𝘊Ó𝘙𝘋𝘖𝘉𝘈 - 𝘈𝘙𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘈