Текст песни Христина Соловій - Гамерицький край

I flew to the ends of the earth,
Like the wind that flies in the field, gay,
In the Homeric region.
I'm sorry, my hut
Straw, sorry.

Oh, we're in big trouble -
You can't make bread, gay,
I have to go far.
Lem, we feel sorry for you, my horsemen
Greens, sorry.

Oh, we feel sorry for you, gray jays,
If I nurtured you without three winters, goy,
Oh we feel sorry for you, sorry.
Because I went to this beam too
In the Homeric region.

Oh, I'm sorry, my country,
Where mom and babysitter live, goy,
Oh, we're sorry, sorry.
Although we have a problem - I will not go
In the Homeric region.