Текст песни Майя Чалая - Украина

Without the right to damn word
With smoked walls of buildings
Where the family is not closer to someone else's
Where everyone is waiting for instructions

Where you can sin shamelessly
Where we get drunk without Saturday,
Where the church is not disgusting
Suppressing hangover vomiting.

Where will you never help you
Where the knife is always thrown in the back
Even so my feelings do not flutter.
Let and so, I love Ukraine.