GROW UP YOU, Son "Grow up you, son, virušiš in the way,Will you and the anxiety.You'll be travellingThe eyes of motherboards and blond hut.You'll be travellingThe eyes of motherboards and blond hut.And if you fall on the foreign fieldCome from Ukraine, willow and Poplar.Will be over you, leaves zatrìpočut′,Melancholy parting soul zaloskočut′.Will be over you, leaves zatrìpočut′,Melancholy parting soul zaloskočut′.You can vibrat′ a friend and brother in spirit,And you cannot own mother to choose.You can choose everything, son,You can choose not only their homeland.You can choose everything, son,You can choose not only their homeland.(c) words-Vasyl Symonenko
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