Golden domes on churches, reflecting bright sunbeams Cobblestone streets, as wide smiles with yellow teeth
Trams crawling slowly, past small stores and bookstalls Bringing us home, until the the night falls
And when some of us sleep, all safe and sound In parks streets and bars, the others are found
There is no free bench, the people hang out Our parks in the summer, is what it's about
The clinging of glasses, the bars full of laughter Parties all night, if that's what you're after
We can look at the mountain, when the sun rises It looks different each morning, and always surprises
Some days can be stormy, clouds dropping much rain Loose tiles and wet socks, we all know the pain
We all give our meaning, to this city we live in Many grew to like it, Sofia has its own way
If you take the time and keep presumptions at bay The charm of Sofia might convince you to stay
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