Текст песни Пісня - Про сало

At the window, spring blossomed
The sky was full of first rain.
I stood and sliced ​​the fat
A huge kitchen knife

The knife went hand in hand
And for some reason it came to my mind
It's innocent and cute
The tender body of that pig

Life flew like a minute
Good word no one warmed up,
What did you see, poor cattle,
Just a trough and a shit shed.

And then, as if doomed to torment,
Someone stuck a knife in your heart
You realized that people are creatures,
And your soul flew away.

You're far away now, my bee,
In my swine paradise,
I'm sitting in the kitchen,
I drink vodka
And I chew on you a little.

I am not a thief, not a executioner, not a criminal.
I have friends, work, family,
But who I am is a Ukrainian
If I don't eat bacon.