Текст песни С. Канторович и М. Вавилов - Укроп и картофель

I would never be brothers
With Ukrainian pizdobratiey.
Never we will be sisters,
And is not the bread, forks and sharp

We meet you at the threshold of the hut we
Banderlog, Jews Parhat,
Do not look for help in Belarus
You are the grass, well, we - vegetables.

No, brother, you, fennel, potatoes
Neither the suit and not in the profile,
Potato powerful body
Orthodox, immaculate.

A dill - goner-stick,
Liquor snack on a bench,
Let it grows high, like oh,
Not feed fennel homeland.

No, not his brother Masherova Bandera,
As Fritz - kosher food.
We do not go a single track,
You dill, and me - with potatoes.