Текст песни Оленка Падалка - Мій Львів

My Lviv

The evening crept on tiptoe,
Resting on the spiky roofs,
A black bird squatting on his shoulder,
Dark gray tear in his eyes.

Lanterns, lanterns in puddles,
And trams, trams are buzzing.
Those with fear, those - just do not care.
Go right and left through the streets.

My Lviv. My city.
My Lviv. My city.
My Lviv.

The mane of lions is combed by the wind,
Market Square, old and sad.
All, of course, no one noticed,
What is, what is simply not.

And our Lviv is like a beautiful woman
With an attractive lush body.
A feather lost in time,
that hunters could not catch.

My Lviv. My city.
My Lviv. My city.
My Lviv.

Creaking and signals of a car,
The sound of the organ and the music of the leaves.
You until yesterday, until today, until tomorrow
My unique Lviv,
My city.

My Lviv. My city.
My Lviv. My city.
My Lviv. My city.
My Lviv. My city.