Lyrics Львівські батярські пісні - Личаківське танго
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На Личаків, як сі видреш, та йой,
Всюди чути до хулєри той свист,
Гімн личаківський вже музичка гра,
Співа з нами наша віра вся.
Гуляй, брате, файну, як гармоня гра,
Бери бабу в пахи, Бог здурові да.
Всюди, брате, гуляй: Ґродик, Кліпарів,
Пу залі катуляй, нема як наш Львів.
Шпануй ґраби, крий пазури,
Тримай фасун свій, як шпіц,
Наше рідне "та йой" співай,
Львів та Львів, а решта ніц!
Кохай, брате, файну львівських кобіт рій,
Нема в світі ліпших, нема як наш Львів!
Гімн личаківський вже музичка гра,
Співа з нами наша віра вся.
Кохай, брате, файну львівських кобіт рій,
Нема в світі ліпших, нема як наш Львів!
Та йой!
On Lychakiv, how can you see, and her,
That whistle can be heard everywhere to the bully,
Lychakiv anthem is already a music game,
Our whole faith sings with us.
Play, brother, fine as a harmony game,
Take the woman in the groin, God forbid.
Everywhere, brother, walk: Grodik, Klipariv,
Pu hall roll, there is no like our Lviv.
Draw rakes, hide claws,
Keep your form like a Spitz,
Our native "and her" sing,
Lviv and Lviv, and the rest of the night!
Love, brother, the fine swarm of Lviv mares,
There are no better people in the world, there is no one like our Lviv!
Lychakiv anthem is already a music game,
Our whole faith sings with us.
Love, brother, the fine swarm of Lviv mares,
There are no better people in the world, there is no one like our Lviv!
Yes to her!
That whistle can be heard everywhere to the bully,
Lychakiv anthem is already a music game,
Our whole faith sings with us.
Play, brother, fine as a harmony game,
Take the woman in the groin, God forbid.
Everywhere, brother, walk: Grodik, Klipariv,
Pu hall roll, there is no like our Lviv.
Draw rakes, hide claws,
Keep your form like a Spitz,
Our native "and her" sing,
Lviv and Lviv, and the rest of the night!
Love, brother, the fine swarm of Lviv mares,
There are no better people in the world, there is no one like our Lviv!
Lychakiv anthem is already a music game,
Our whole faith sings with us.
Love, brother, the fine swarm of Lviv mares,
There are no better people in the world, there is no one like our Lviv!
Yes to her!