Текст песни Скрябін - Ми українці, як мурашки

A war came to our land, people,
In what year ago nobody believed.
He lets blood into the ground, squeezes his chest -
One is the war, and the ATO is another.
And sell someone else's life calmly -
Chin is low as a cheap product.
And we will derive our poor country
And us with her, like chickens on the bazaar.

Chorus:
But Ukrainians are like ants
Creating a joint house on a crust.
Small, gray - but we are very much
No one drives us out of our native land.

The trouble brought us together, as never before,
Has taught to distinguish between relatives and strangers
We regained our sake again, thank God -
It should be: your own to your own.
We are strong, wise, talented people,
And with our intelligence we feed the whole world.
Do not be afraid of being fashionable and advanced to be -
The more wise, the less likely the enemies.

Chorus.

But Ukrainians are like ants
We can do more than we think ourselves.
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 body armor
From zombobashchika defend the country
A clever word through the Internet.
We make our tablets and laptops -
Not worse than we make bread and sausage.
And the whole world would have had to hear about it for a long time -
Let us do so so that finally he will hear!

That all Ukrainians - like ants,
Creating a joint house on a crust.
Small, gray - but we are very much
No one drives us out of our native land.
But Ukrainians are like ants
We can do more than we think ourselves.
Do not help us, but do not interfere -
We know better how to live in a family.