Текст песни Baauer - Tale of Pink Hare

A waking up of the morning sunshine
On zhbib shmat sala putting
At the bottom, I bachiv shyr Ukrainian watering
 I am a crest among the oath-monger

Chorus:
Oh, oh-oh, the foreigner I
 Poor foreigner I
The clatter between the oaths Moskaliv,
Oh, oh-oh, the foreigner I
 Poor foreigner I
A clatter between the cursed moskaliv.

Chervona ploshad ne Maidan for Kozak
Ta n ne Dnipro Moskva River
The climate in Russia is dirty
 I am a crest among the oath-monger

Chorus.

Are the giri divchyny, my Shanonis de my?
Kohat is no mani.
De Mixto, having piqued Kiy, Shcheka th Horyw
 I am a crest among the oath-monger

Chorus.

Hai nemae huts, wives of that salary,
(illegibly heard)
In addition to the Rid Neb
That th of Rosii in mane nemha nema ...

Well, scho x resentment - I'm just one more varenyk zyiv
Gorilki vychiv in the evening
And somewhere there over the ridiculous farmstead of mine
Zhovto-blakitny prapor vetsya in the wind ...

Oh, oh-oh, the foreigner I
 Poor foreigner I
The clatter between the oaths Moskaliv,
Oh, oh-oh, the foreigner I
 Poor foreigner I
A manhole between the oaths Moskaliv