Текст песни Джей Фост - Украинка

Trolleybus to Yalta
And fairy tales at night
Under the moon in the winds in the eyes
You read me.
and in our heads
Only the sea
and salt on the lips
Red from Cherry
and young port wine.
You are in collusion with south
and north in a quarrel
I heard.
And your skin of your coffee
dairy
more than all my values
and drafts,
and glinky overs
And sleepless nights.
Turning my hands.
and your ochi
My Ukrainian
Silnіsh Typhoonv, Indonezії,
And your anger is more dangerous cesium.

There is no one for me in this world
besides you and poetry.