Текст песни Ukrainian Sting - Хохол Меж Клятих Москалів

Woke up in the morning and ate the dumpling,
He put a lot of fat on bread.
In my dream, I saw a vast array of Ukrainian fields,
I'm a tug between the damn Muscovites.

Ooh foreigner i'm a poor foreigner i'm a hoot
Between the damned Muscovites
Ooh foreigner i'm a poor foreigner i'm a hoot
Between the damned Muscovites

Red Square is not a square for the Cossack,
And not the Dnieper Moscow - the river
The Russian climate made me very angry -
I'm a tug between the damn Muscovites.

Ooh foreigner i'm a poor foreigner i'm a hoot
Between the damned Muscovites
All together:
Ooh foreigner i'm a poor foreigner i'm a hoot
Between the damned Muscovites

Where are the beautiful girls, dear where are mine?
Love someone.
Where is the city that built Kiy, Shek and and Choir,
I'm a tug between the damn Muscovites.

Ooh foreigner i'm a poor foreigner i'm a hoot
Between the damned Muscovites
Oh foreigner I'm a poor foreigner I'm a trench coat
Between the damned Muscovites.

Let there be no house, no women and no pay
I do not drink money in grams.
In addition to the native sky, nothing is needed
And from Russia I have no solution

But what am I going to eat another dumpling eat
Drink vodka in magic
And somewhere over my native farm
The yellow-blue flag is blowing in the wind