Текст песни Фіолет - Рідна

Good morning fogs my country
From the way my eyes are tired
Between songs cities measure the distance
Between the people we do not always different and heady
From freedom not to be themselves and know
What date and nothing more
Fall asleep in the east, the west wake
Forget the face of dates and names.
From end to end
my Country
Otherwise I just do not have
I no not me, I without it I
My torn jeans, boots yesterday
Proportional to the streets with empty words
Sometimes enough songs and sing your heart
Hears the sea in the south and a grass in Carpathians
Torn up and sometimes lack of faith
What good future and we get
I'm tired maze and do not know
What can I ask when few gave?
Good evening, my country road
Somewhere in the west the sun sets and I
Between songs cities measure the distance
Under my feet, our native land