Эх, снесли почему-то пост (не мой) про no kurwa, no cry..
..а я уже текст было адаптировал)..
ну да ладно, давайте еще раз,
'Cause, 'cause, 'cause I remember when we used to sit
On the wooden logs, in Poland
Oba, observing the river damb
Builded by good beawers like you, yeah
Good trees we have had, oh, good trees we've lost along the waves, yeah
In this bright future we can't forget you, Tusk
We cant forgive such a cunts
No kurwa, no cry, eh, yeah
Little beawer don't shed no tears