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I love Uzhhorod
Childhood taste for the soul
But in the coffee shops you will not find Uzhhorod
At home we are like our wife
On our radio are not our songs
Not our language in the cinema
The country is ruled by Judas and George Moskali
At home we are like our wife
Oh,
we are made,
we are all made
At home we are like our wife
Oh,
we are made,
we are all made
At home we are like our wife
On our black soil,
soy or rapeseed,
sand of the fish land
There are no beetles or bees in the
fields At home we are like our wife
Someone is betrayed in another
language of ours I do not care about it
When I hear it,
I know it's mine At home we are like our wife
Oh,
we are made,
we are all made At home we are like our wife
Oh,
we are made,
we are all made At home we are like our wife
Your wife will die like dew in the sun
And the country will begin to live well
We will rule, brothers,
we are on our side But we need to do something together
Everyone is being stolen,
because Ukraine and Ukraine are
so seemingly one-of-a-kind
I took the song from the wall because of this
At home we are like our wife
At home we are like our wife
At home we are like our wife
Oh,
we are made,
we are all made
At home we are like our wife
At home we are like our wife
Oh,
we are made,
we are all made At home we are like our wife
Oh,
we are made,
we are all made At home we are like our wife