Текст песни Столичная Халва - Борщ

Verse 1
The time where the 2 - hour. I wanted to borscht .
I chopped vegetables in a saucepan and put ,
All this water filled , and as necessary, boiled .
Salt , bay leaves added to the soup of the soul .

Chorus

I'm a man a bloodthirsty , ruthless man .
I cook a soup just mercilessly .
I throw the meat , throw spices - in my borscht no poison .

Verse 2

Borsch in poured plates and treated all the guests .
Everybody liked my soup , so that you do not face grimacing .
Who does not eat my borscht - bricks get in the soup .
Borschik always my thick - they pobulkay the cheek !

Chorus