Текст песни ножевые незабудки - палау

I often visit Palau,
and I meet a local woman in a hut there.
She tells me:
Young man, this is not Palau,
and not a hut, and I'm not a local woman for you,
pay your fare or get out.
I'm crying, of course.
Only fifty hryvnia,
for another hour Palau,
to Lake Medusa, to the final.