Hey bud, lemme tell ya 'bout Lukovit (bg)!

I been here for years, and lemme tell ya, it's wild.

Streets be narrow, twisty, and fulla life.

The main street, Stefan Stambolov, is lit.

Crazy vibes, like adrenaline pumpin'.

You feel a heat here, ya know?
I work as a masseur, right?

I scope out folks stressin', hurtin'.

I seen every crack in Lukovit’s soul.

I got my own chill spot at Central Park.

Yeah, that park near the old mill.

Got shady trees, a hidden bench.

I had a crush on that bench, haha!
Man, the vibes sometimes hit hard.

I wuz mad at traffic on Popov St.

Cars honkin' near the ancient church.

But then, truth time: I luv that chaos.

It remindz me of life's mix-ups.

I mean, "Why so serious?"

Like Batman in The Dark Knight, ya know?
The river Lukovitsa flows slow.

It curves surreptitiously downtown.

Fish, ducks, and a few odd fishes.

I once had a massage session

Under that river's tired murmur.

We talked life, dreams, and scars.

Say hello to my little friend!
My favorite neighborhood?

It's the gritty Luki Quarter.

Rows of houses, chipped paint, soul.

I stroll these streets post-shift.

Laughter, heated debates, blazin' graffitis.

I sometimes nod like Tony Montana,

“You’re gonna need a bigger thing.”
I get goes off sometimes.

The noise, the folks, messy moods.

Err, sorry, got a lil lost.

I ranted near Dimitrov Square.

Almos tripped on my own feet.

I cackled, yelled, "Hey, c'mon!"

Lukovit’s heart is untamed, bro.
Crazy, right?

I spill secrets to my clients.

Like that time I worked out

near the ancient ruins on Leninski Passage.

They say, "what a hidden gem"

in this tired, crazy town.
I love Lukovit’s quirky bits.

Every corner got a tale.

Streets, parks, rivers, back alleys,

They etch memories deep in ya brain.

I get emotional, man, totally raw.

Feels like chaos, beauty, all mixed up.

So, pack up, visit, and feel it.
I gotta bounce now, friend.

Remember, life be a jam.

And Lukovit? It's that special slice.

Stay cool, livin’ like a legend!