Down at the station
I work with hands
Telling all the news
But not quite the truth
My name is Nataliya
I worked hard to get here
I'm very disappointed by the fact I interpreted lies
I hope that I see you again
She walked outside
An orange ribbon her wrist
She knew right then she wasn't alone
A million people in the square
With ribbons on their wrists
Sayin' you can't have what you don't own
You can't have what you don't own
She placed roses in riot shields
She braided bread for the rest
She walked outside beneath the shining stars and pointed gun saying
My Ukraine I will not forget
My Ukraine I'll never forget
She walked outside
An orange ribbon her wrist
She knew right then she wasn't alone
A million people in the square
With ribbons on their wrists
Saying you can't have what you don't own
You can't have what you don't own
I work with hands
Telling all the news
But not quite the truth
My name is Nataliya
I worked hard to get here
I'm very disappointed by the fact I interpreted lies
I hope that I see you again
She walked outside
An orange ribbon her wrist
She knew right then she wasn't alone
A million people in the square
With ribbons on their wrists
Sayin' you can't have what you don't own
You can't have what you don't own
She placed roses in riot shields
She braided bread for the rest
She walked outside beneath the shining stars and pointed gun saying
My Ukraine I will not forget
My Ukraine I'll never forget
She walked outside
An orange ribbon her wrist
She knew right then she wasn't alone
A million people in the square
With ribbons on their wrists
Saying you can't have what you don't own
You can't have what you don't own
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