Salo

Pryspiv:
Oi, oi, oi
I do dushi prystalo,
Oi, oi, oi,
I nashe ridne salo,
Oi, oi,
Zakusky krashchoyi nemaye,
Hei, nalyvai, dusha spivaye!
Oi, oi, oi,
I nashe ridne salo,
Oi, oi, oi,
Tebe ne bude malo,
Oi, oi
Z toboyu nash narod hulyaye,
Hei, nalyvai, dusha spivaye.

Znov doroha povela
Vid sela i do sela,
De cvite kartoplya na horodi,
de ukrayinske salo,
De ukrayinske salo zavzdy v modi,
Salo yim, na sali splju,
Bo ya tak ioho ljublju,
Ot yakby shche salom ukryvavsya,
To yak u masli ya b kupavsya.

Pryspiv

Ukrayinskyi talisman,
Vikovichnyi nash talant,
Zavzdy symvol syly i dostatku,
Bude salo, bude vse v poryadku.
Chai kabanchyky rostut,
Chai bahatstvo nam dayut,
Shchob my vsi zyly, yak bochky v sali,
Shchob ne znaly horya i pechali.

Pryspiv