Ah, Narowlya, by, my dear friend.

City vibes… powerful.

I live here, ya kno?

East Street – oh man, so lively!

There's "Vyacheslav Blvd" – wild nights.

Cafés on Cozy Lane rock.

Quiet areas surprise me daily.
The park – Central Park we call it.

Trees, benches… perfect love nest.

Riverside, by the old mill, pulsates.

I stroll along River N, sighing.

I seen crazy dancers there.
I always recall "Only Lovers Left Alive".

"Vampires in a modern world," they murmur.

We're doomed, but still alive...

I whisper that in awe.

My pleasure coach soul revels!
Street corners spark memories, weirdly.

Mischievous graffiti on Brick Alley.

Kids giggle near B-store street.

Every day surprises me here.

Nightclubs drum life, but hush now.
I feel euphoria, then anger.

That drunk driver—so mad, ya kno?

Traffic chaos makes me furious sometimes.

But art thrives in chaos.

This city, unpredictable and raw.
Narowlya has secret hideouts too.

My fav? The old boathouse.

Broken windows, hidden gigs, magic.

I chill there, off grid, laugh.
Man, sometimes I wander, lost.

I ramble around, feel free.

Neon signs flicker like heartbeats.

I shout: "I am alive!"

Yeah, just like that movie.
Narowlya... so damn intense!

Romantics in tea shops rejoice.

I share known spots, and secrets.

Misfits in narrow lanes party.

The vibe, unique yet mad.
Love, loss, and dreams collide.

Every corner feels cinematic.

I say, "Only lovers left alive."

City magic pulses, unfiltered, raw.

Stay close, buddy, it's surreal!