1. When you go to Sevastopol, Which isn't far from Simferopol, You see the occupied land. As the old song goes, Every Jew loves to bits the town of Dzhankoy, dzhan, dzhan, dzhan!
2. Fellows, answer my question: Where's my brother, where's Abrasha? His tank is going like a train! He is fighting for beloved Ukraine For his grandparents' tombs. He stands on his eternal Maidan (Freedom place).
May all the enemies know, All the murderers and hangmen, That Abrasha is not alone. Those who love their homeland, Grab rifles in their right hand, In tight rows they stand.
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3. They will fight, they will hope, They won't run off anywhere, They don't need Putinland. The enemies throw bombs and landmines But Ukraine is still alive, All people stand united.
Life under occupation Is neither a holiday nor a vacation. Abrasha wants to live in his own country. They will welcome friends and tourists, Not bandits nor fraudsters In Dzhankoy, dzhan-dzhan-dzhan.
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Slepovitch is accompanied on this recording by my son-in-law, Ilya Shneyveys.