Zyry, kovbasy ta syry

My duze ljubym Ukrayinu,
Vedem za neyi borotbu,
Tomu bilkiv ta vitaminu
Nam treba bilshe na dobu.
Potribni takoz vuhlevody
I tut cybuli nam staye,
A ot z bilkamy pereshkody,
Z zyramy tez problemy ye.
Chomu my i dosi zyvemo?
Bo shchos kupuyem i shchos yimo.
I dvichi v den, chy navit try,
Yimo syry, yimo zyry.

Pryspiv:
Zyry, kovbasy ta syry,
Inakshe nohy dohory.

Naihirshyi voroh dlya ljudyny –
Ce kulinarnyi dovidnyk,
Perehornesh do polovyny
I distayesh na nomu bzik.
Bo tam taki drukuyut stravy,
Shcho slyna robytsya, yak klei,
A ce shkidlyvo dlya uyavy,
Dlya nyuhu, sluhu ta ochei.
V nas bilshe dniv, yak kovbas,
Shche bilshe tyh, hto ne doyiv.
Yim ne do shprotiv, ne do ikry,
Buly b zyry, buly b syry.

Pryspiv

Naikrashchyi zyr to nashe salo
Iz ukrayinskoyi svyni.
ioho zavzdy buvaye malo,
Ce dobre vydno po meni.
Yakby na hlibi ta kefiri,
Davno, napevno by, pomer,
A na kovbasah, zyri i syri
Ya shche spivayu doteper.
Yak mayesh hryvnyu, chy pivtory,
Idy po salo i po syry,
Zroby perervu, perekury,
A potim znov zyry i syry.

Pryspiv