We’re peaceful broads, we’re cowgirls, Spring chickens we are not, But if Moscow guys invade us, We’ll toss ‘em in our pot!
Tomorrow we’ll go shootin’ Tin cans around the town, We’ve formed our smart battalion, The old broads are comin’ down!
Come on! Come on! Come on! We’re - the Cowgirls’ hot Brigade! There’s millions more just like us Old broads for our crusade!
Come on, old broads, come on! Kick up your heels and run! Defend our peaceful country From morn till setting sun!
We share with my pal Hanka One body armor vest, And a German submachine gun My grandpa Pete has blest.
Our ample breasts envelop Ukraine from any raid, Hey, we’re the awesome Cowgirls, We got our own Brigade!
Translated by Adrian Bryttan
