My duze lyubym Ukrayinu,
Vedem za neyi borot'bu,
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 y 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.

Nayhirshyi voroh dlya lyudyny –
Ce kulinarnyi dovidnyk,
Perehornesh do polovyny
I distayesh na nomu bzik.
Bo tam taki drukuyut' stravy,
Shcho slyna robyt'sya, yak kley,
A ce shkidlyvo dlya uyavy,
Dlya nyuchu, sluchu ta ochey.
V nas bilshe dniv, yak kovbas,
Shche bilshe tych, chto ne doyiv.
Yim ne do shprotiv, ne do ikry,
Buly b zyry, buly b syry.

Pryspiv

Naykrashchyi zyr to nashe salo
Iz ukrayins'koyi svyni.
Yoho zavzdy buvaye malo,
Ce dobre vydno po meni.
Yakby na chlibi ta kefiri,
Davno, napevno by, pomer,
A na kovbasach, zyri y syri
Ya shche spivayu doteper.
Yak mayesh hryvnyu, chy pivtory,
Idy po salo i po syry,
Zroby perervu, perekury,
A potim znov zyry y syry.

Pryspiv