Borsht

In a Shtetl in my lovely Ukraina

In the south of Kyiv, not so far away

Is born my big love Olexandrina

The most attractive beauty anyway

The boys in her village - stupid horsemen

Every day they are so drunken of the brew

Her father was a corrupt policeman

Her uncle is a Cossack and a Jew

The women in the family keep a secret

You heard about but never tried before

Grandma, mother, daughter - all they know it

The sacred preparation of their Borsht

In the world, there is no bigger proof of love

Like a Borsht cooked by my Олександрочка

With пампушки, сало, водка called горілка

And don't forget to bite the garlic clove

Ikh khob nokh aza borsht nit gegesn

Ikh khob nokh aza tam nisht gefilt

Ikh ken on dir mayn lejbn nisht fargesn

Vayl ikh hob dikh lib

Ikh bin mir a kyiver a geboyrener

Un dos gantse shtejtl ken zikh in mir

Derekh dir bin ikh gevorn a farloyrener

Vayl ikh hob dikh lib