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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I remember the white city
Painted soft in my hands
Milk-bright walls, open windows
Bread heat rising from the pans
I was small in its shadow
But it held me like a song
Every door felt half-open
Like I’d always belonged
[Pre-Chorus]
And the days ran slow
Then slipped away
Snow on the tongue
Then gone by May
[Chorus]
White city, white city
You kept me safe
Warm and welcoming
In your faded lace
White city, white city
I still can see
Time flies by so
Time like snow to me
[Verse 2]
I miss streets I walked
Stone by stone in the rain
The old corner shop
And the names etched in the paint
I miss the old steps creaking
Under boots that knew my stride
And the little yard at evening
Where the lamps would wake the sky
[Pre-Chorus]
And the days ran slow
Then slipped away
Snow on the tongue
Then gone by May
[Chorus]
White city, white city
You kept me safe
Warm and welcoming
In your faded lace
White city, white city
I still can see
Time flies by so
Time like snow to me
[Bridge]
Now I carry your mornings
In the pocket of my coat
A child in a winter window
A name I still know by heart
If I wander far tomorrow
If my roads get rough and long
Take me back through the snowfall
Where I first learned this song
[Chorus]
White city, white city
You kept me safe
Warm and welcoming
In your faded lace
White city, white city
I still can see
Time flies by so
Time like snow to me
Details
GeneratedMay 22, 2026
Duration4:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
Ukrainian folk ballad with lilting 6/8 sway, fingerpicked acoustic guitar, bandura-like plucks, warm hand drum taps, and a bowed string drone under the verses; chorus opens wider with stacked male-female harmonies and a singalong refrain. Verse stays intimate and close-mic, pre-chorus lifts with a rising whistle line, chorus adds claps and a soft accordion pulse, bridge strips to voice and drone before the final chorus blooms. Dusty, hearth-warm mix with gentle room tone, reverse-string swells, and chime accents between phrases., warm, folk
Credits
Prompt by
Nataliya_Romanenko
Nataliya_RomanenkoModelAria v5.5
Prompt
I remember Childhood memories white city . It makes me feel Warm and welcoming safe. I miss Streets I walked I miss. Time flies by so Time like snow . My favorite genre of music is Folk Ukrainian songs.
