Текст песни Андрей Кузьменко - Українці

The trouble has come to our land, people!
Nobody believed in what year ago ...
Launches into the ground, blood squeezes the chest
One war and the other ATO
And sell someone else's life quietly
Not as high as a cheap item
And they are destroying our poor country
And us with her like chickens at the bazaar

But Ukrainians are like ants
By grain, they build a common house
Small, gray but very many of us
No one expels us from their native land

Trouble brought us to the heap as never before
She taught to distinguish between native and stranger
We respected ourselves again, thank God
So it must be in its own way
We are strong, wise, talented people
And with our intellect we feed the new world
Do not be afraid to be fashionable and advanced
The more wise, the less chance of enemies

But Ukrainians are like ants
By grain, they build a common house
Small, gray but very many of us
No one expels us from their native land

But Ukrainians are like ants
We can do more than we think
Do not help us, but do not interfere
We know better how to live in a family

Not everyone can fight well
And sometimes it will be better than a bulletproof vest
From the "zombie" box to protect the country
A clever word through the internet
We make our own, tablets and hats
No worse than we make bread and sausage
And the whole world should hear about it for a long time
So let's do it there so he can hear

To all Ukrainians like ants
By grain, they build a common house
Small, gray but very many of us
Nobody expels us from their native land

But Ukrainians are like crumbs
We can do more than we think
Do not help us, but do not interfere
We know better how to live in a family