Lyrics Віктор Морозов і Батяр-Бенд Галичина - Мандоліна, ґітара і бас

In a dream come dream dreams
My native batarian songs
Will I hear you again at least once
Mandolin Guitar and Bass

Mandolin Guitar and Bass
Honest truth without greediness
And there are no worse words
Like that song of Batyarska about Lviv
There trams sing songs
Kobites bloom there in the spring
There's a melody playing for us
Mandolin Guitar and Bass

On Lychakiv day or night
No strangers panicked
That is my home country
That for Batyara is paradise
That's where I sing the file-files
You laugh when they beat you
They do not drink that Moscow vodka
They play quietly for us
Mandolin Guitar and Bass

The marriage dreams of the Batyara are the same
How fun - it's been three days
Like a bottle - then drink to the bottom
Like love, there is one thing to death
Now I will lose - and tomorrow I will find
I will not ask - but rather steal
But they will play for us again
Mandolin Guitar and Bass

A good bimber for a badyar honey
Just have to pay it forward
I will proudly set it on the table
The first drink for souls without bodies
Well, the other - for good body
Frogs wanted a soul and could

For Lichakov!
For the Castle!
For Lviv!
For a quiet song without words
That they sing for us
Mandolin Guitar and Bass