Борщ — це не суп, це чисте пальне. Полеш ти город, рубаєш дрова на зиму чи риєш траншеї в багнюці — після важкого дня поставити тебе на ноги зможе лише одне: здоровенна каструля паруючого борщу. Ця пісня — наш гучний, скажений гімн цій легендарній страві!
Слухати тут: Crazy for Borscht!
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🎤 Текст пісні:
Momma, I just weeded out the yard,
Fed the pigs and chickens, working hard!
I could eat a barrel, I won't lie!
Give me Ukrainian borscht before I die!
Momma, I just planted all the roots,
Cut the hay and muddied up my boots.
Mashing up the garlic and the fat,
Give me Ukrainian borscht, and that is that!
Going crazy without borscht!
Cross my path, you'll get fucking scorched!
Make me a pot of borscht!
Make me a pot of borscht!
Honey, I just swaddled up our son,
Chopped the winter firewood, got it done.
Going out to scrub the iron pot,
Give me Ukrainian borscht, and make it hot!
Going crazy without borscht!
Cross my path, you'll get fucking scorched!
Make me a pot of borscht!
Make me a pot of borscht!
Captain, I've been digging in the mud,
Hands are full of blisters, sweat and blood.
I'll forgive the camp cook going AWOL,
Just give me Ukrainian borscht to fix it all!
Damn it, what a massive fucking mess,
The cook ran away in sheer distress!
Bless this iron cauldron, one, two, three!
I'll cook Ukrainian borscht myself, you'll see!
Going crazy without borscht!
Cross my path, you'll get fucking scorched!
I'll cook me a pot of borscht!
I'll cook me a pot of borscht!
Going crazy without borscht!
Cross my path, you'll get fucking scorched!
Make me a pot of borscht!
Make me a pot of borscht!