L'vivs'ke pyvo – to ye klyasa,
Robyt' z chlopa superasa.
Vyp’yesh halbu – i vze frayer, cho-cho!
A muzychka hraye shtayer.

Na Pohulyanci u L'vovi kolys'
Try faynych chlopa na pyvi ziyshlys'.
Shcho z c'oho vyishlo, lyshen podyvys' –
Chlopci stvoryly teatr "Ne zurys'!"

Bo lvivs'ke pyvo...

Navit' preslavnyi Danylo korol
Pinku zduvav i robyv "hol-hol-hol..."
Rano i vvechir pyvo vin pyv,
Nimciv, yak shchuriv, lupyv,

Bo lvivs'ke pyvo...

Yak by ya chtiv, shchoby Poltva hnyla
Pinystym pyvom po L'vovu tekla.
Moze b vona ne smerdila todi,
Y raky u pyvi zyly b, yak v vodi,

Bo lvivs'ke pyvo – to ye klyasa,
Robyt' z chlopa superasa.
Vyp’yesh halbu – i vze frayer, cho-cho!
A muzychka hraye shtayer.