Текст песни Наталка Криничанка - Пісня про Львів

Little London, tiny Paris,
Covered with mist, you sleep quietly.
I will not pick up the best words for you, |
You are my only, dearest Lviv. |

Already the north reflects the silver battle,
And you are here, like the moon, freeze and stand.
The tram got lost somewhere far away, | (2)
For some reason he did not wait for me. |

And again the story will be like this,
You won't let me on the plane.
I'll leave everything and come back here again, | (2)
To one's own detriment and misfortune to someone. |

Oh what are you doing, darling, dear?
Whatever it is, you are still mine.
Why are you crying and why are you raining? | (2)
What is London like and what is Paris like?