Текст песни Орест Лютий - А я - не москаль

In Carpathian forest, where fires burgeon
And from the oak mollfar flies the foliage,
In the tour, the artists are mowing from the prize
And at that, they spoke the following words:

"And I'm not a Muscovite!" And I'm not Muscovite!
And I will not be serving in the army!
And I'm not Muscovite! And I'm not Muscovite!
Because I can not live in bondage!
And I'm not Muscovite! And I'm not Muscovite!
And I will not be serving in the army!
And I'm not Muscovite! And I'm not Muscovite!
Because I can not live in bondage! "

But the owl mollars whisper something to the fires.
For bad guys horns who will catch!
Rid young people from the army, from dull fun
And at that he speaks the following words:

"And I'm not a Muscovite!" And I'm not Muscovite!
And I will not be serving in the army!
And I'm not Muscovite! And I'm not Muscovite!
Because I can not live in bondage!
And I'm not Muscovite! And I'm not Muscovite!
And I will not be serving in the army!
And I'm not Muscovite! And I'm not Muscovite!
Because I can not live in bondage!

And I'm not Muscovite! And I'm not Muscovite!
And I will not be serving in the army!
And I'm not Muscovite! And I'm not Muscovite!
Because I can not live in bondage!

And I'm not Muscovite! And I'm not Muscovite!
Though my uncle was well-known KDBist:
He was glad for the authorities of Muscovy's brother
And I am not a Muscovite, I am a pure anarchist! "