Текст песни М.Поплавский - Борщ

All scho growth of ukraїnskomu gorodі,
W lyubov'yu generously to the table of podaєm.
That mustache over a zhittі of dyakuєm prirodі,
If smokuєm schoyno zvarenim the soup.
Vіn on obіdі cry of skin to hati,
I on tarіltsі rozlivaєtsya soul.
I for us Vuh od borscht not vіdіrvati,
If vіn llєtsya nache pіsnya іz bucket.

Prispіv:
Oh, You're Mine soup, smell chasnichkom!
All rіdnya at the same table.
Until borscht goblet hmіlna
Asks herself, she is not one second!

Zi vsogo svitu to us in gostі їdut druzі,
Mi-hlіbom sіllyu zustrіchaєmo їh vsіh.
Of I have a table zіbravshis tіsnomu kruzі,
Moon kitten dovkola druzhnіy smіh.
Gostinnіst our perepovnyuє on vіntsya,
Usі upevnenі, What We live in paradise.
That dwellers pіznati spravzhnyu ukraїntsya soul,
You partake of the soup neobhіdno.

Prispіv: (2 Razi)
Prispіv: (3 Razi)
Until borscht goblet hmіlna
Asks herself, she is not one second!
Asks herself, she is not one second!