It's as if the streets in this city are calling my name Autumn, winter, summer, or spring in her - Her face changes but always stays beautiful - In every corner. Between the shade and the sun, The wind whispers again, And the city is a chandelier Of light and colors The city - it's magic! The song is my path And I am going, and I don't know where, But now I'm here. The streets in this city speak many languages - The alleys are accents in her Like words rolling on the sidewalks - curbstones In every courtyard hides An adventure from a different culture Thus the city connects In paths of life The city - it's magic! The song is my path And I am wondering, and I don't know where, But now I'm here The city - it's magic! So sing with me! And I am wondering, and I won't know where, But now I am here - In this city!