There are a lot of different languages in the world, There is only one real language in us! Mov the spring garden at the flower, Dukhmyan's smell! We can cry, Like a master of gold in the furnace, Mov diamond, polish All spoken words are their own. So, I really appreciate the language! This ocean has no bottom. Let's take ourselves as a basis - Vaughn, as a mother, is one of us! Dear Fatherland! It’s impossible not to love her, To our dearest Ukraine - And let's live happily!
