Текст песни Екатерина Голицина - Апельсинчики

I couldn't even dream in Rudki
That I will leave my father and mother
And in distant Moscow, abroad
I will sell fruits from the tray
My master with a shiny face
All in tattoos, rings and chains (wah!)
Pays so that God forgive him
Or rather, have mercy on Allah!

I was pure and pure
How is this apple so juicy
And how I loved gifts as a child-
Oranges, do you understand?
Well, tangerines!

I miss lard for the third year
On borscht and Dniester ear
So that no one barks in the tram
I said goodbye to the Ukrainian ge
All around are salesmen, foremen
Oh, and the retailers are III, funny people!
Today marry me without an apartment
Not a single Moskal takes

Here I will sell all the persimmons and cherries
I'll pay, girls, but I'll borrow a penny
And I'll go home to UkrAina
I will hug dear old people
So that the mother does not look gloomy
So that the father does not hit him with a crutch
I will buy them gifts from Gum
And a dozen postcards with the Kremlin