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I don't care if I will I live in Ukraine or not. Who will remember or forget Me in the snow in a foreign land - It doesn't matter to me. He grew up in captivity among strangers, And, not mourned by his own, In captivity, crying, I will die, And I will take everything with me - I will not leave a trace In our glorious Ukraine, On our land, not on our land. I will not forget father and son He will not say to his son: - Pray. Pray, son: for Ukraine He was tortured once. — I don't care if it will be That son to pray or not... But it's not the same for me, Like Ukraine, evil people Fall asleep, cunning ones, and in the fire She, robbed, will be woken up... Oh, not the same to me.
