Evening falls, the night already near,already the stars twinkling in the sky.
Srebrzy to Oder, has the nicest river and flows from song to you
They sped along the rails blue trams through the streets of Wroclaw hundred.
Here passer-by smile, greet children, flowers, and every house.
Nightingales at stops humming, ringing singing old park.
Beginning of Wroclaw Song,
by Maria Koterbska
