To ye Lviv

Pryvit, staryi, ty klovo vyhlyadayesh.
Ya hordyi, sho davno vze tak i dobre tebe znayu.
My znov zustrilys, vedy mene na kavu
Yak 20 rokiv tomu, de kostel na Pryvokzalnii.
Simka vnyz, na Pohulyanku povertaye,
Dzelenkaye serdyto, bo vse chasu nemaye,
Nu, a ploshcha Rynok spaty ne lyahaye,
Istoriyi zbyraye i rozpovidaye...

To ye Lviv, mii kolyega, pro noho rizne kazut:
Pryyezzym iz vostoka Kryyivku tut pokazut.
To ye Lviv, moye misto, ne z prostoho tista,
Liplenyi rokamy – druzyamy i vorohamy.
To ye Lviv starenkyi, mudryi, syvyi dyadko,
Koznomu zalyshyt kavalochok na zhadku.
To ye Lviv, "Bonzorno!" – Neapol i Livorno
Po-halycky hovoryat, nashi v nyh pohodu roblyat.

Divka-Levandivka pahne poyizdamy,
Mostamy, pereyizdamy i hostrymy slovamy,
A ratusha skuchaye, shpylem nebo dzyuravyt,
Vona kruta chuviha, i yiyi nihto ne svaryt.
Nu, a Syhiv, Syhiv, v avtobusi nadyhav,
Vikna zapotily vid zapahiv nedili,
A stara Pekarska, ya neyu nahulyavsya,
Yak pary propuskav i po Lychakovi hytavsya.

To ye Lviv, shanovni, vbyraite shljubni spodni,
Kravatku, marynarku i "vio!" po Stryiskim parku.
To ye Lviv chudovyi, vuiko gonurovyi,
Ya tishusya, sho z vamy hodzu cymy vulycyamy.
To ye Lviv starenkyi, mudryi, syvyi dyadko,
Koznomu zalyshyt kavalochok na zhadku.
To ye Lviv, "Bonzorno!" – Neapol i Livorno
Po-halycky hovoryat, nashi v nyh pohodu roblyat.

To ye Lviv, mii kolyega, pro noho rizne kazut:
Pryyezzym iz vostoka Kryyivku tut pokazut.
To ye Lviv, moye misto, ne z prostoho tista,
Liplenyi rokamy – druzyamy i vorohamy.
To ye Lviv starenkyi, mudryi, syvyi dyadko,
Koznomu zalyshyt kavalochok na zhadku.
To ye Lviv, "Bonzorno!" – Neapol i Livorno
Po-halycky hovoryat, nashi v nyh pohodu roblyat.

To ye Lviv, to Lviv...