Pisnya pro Lviv

Meni vze sim stolit mynayut
Shche i "syla knyazya" nazyvayut
Zachav korol moye buttya
Ya misto, Lviv – moye im’ya

Ya z vikom ris, muzniv, micniv
Vitav cariv, byv vorohiv
Pryinyav navik, yak svoyakiv,
Virmen, polyakiv i kravciv
Shynkariv, turturiv

Pryspiv:
Shcho stalos v sviti
U dvadcyat pershomu stolitti
Chomu ty, ljubyi, tak zmarniv
Mii prekrasnyi Lviv
Shcho stalos v Bozim sviti
U dvadcyat pershomu stolitti
Chto do provinciyi tebe doviv?
Prohresyvnyi Lviv

Mene vid ridnyh chasto vidbyraly
Na svoyu movu nazvu "Lviv" minyaly
Ale shchoranku prybyraly
Nehljuyiv po zakonu fest karaly

Brukivky lylys rivnym sklom moriv
Sp’yanilyi marec tishyv chas kotiv
Ya navit vid tatar vidbytysya zumiv
Teper nema spokoyu vid shchuriv

Pryspiv

Stelyvsya podyh zapashnoyi kavy
A yak muzyky kolys faino hraly
Letiv yih spiv do Vidnya i za Dnipro
Teper "hop-stop, zasun yei pad ryebro"

U moyi tryvozni sny
Pryhodyat zodchi, v drevnosti maistry
Yih dushi ne znaidut sobi spokoyu
Za stan tvorin, de my zyvem z toboyu

Ye mudrist i dobri ruky
Shchob hidno zyly dity i onuky
Iz hordistyu povik vikiv
Proslavlyaly Lviv

Ye rozum i dobri ruky
Shchob hidno zyly dity i onuky
Iz hordistyu povik vikiv
Proslavlyaly Lviv