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