Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - Киевлянка

I'm in this city are very rare
And so came to some hours
With me guitar, suitcase, lilac branch
And my heart is full of mysterious dreams
My friend lives in the Bessarabian
We share the miles and years
And I drive in his tattered notebook
Only for her one intelligible speech

From Kiev, from Kiev, Kievlyanochka
No tangles, no thief, no Gipsy
A simple Ukrainochka beautiful
From Kiev, obstinate Kievlyanochka

While I was calling to her from the bustling station
My suitcase floated somewhere forever
So stay with me one guitar
Lilac branch and outdoor shower
And I went there on foot on Bessarabka
Empty, and there is nothing but love
Stole everything, and even an old notebook
Where for her to write some poems

From Kiev, from Kiev, Kievlyanochka
No tangles, no thief, no Gipsy
A simple Ukrainochka beautiful
From Kiev, obstinate Kievlyanochka

She opened the door and I fell into the arms of
And drowned in the eyes, in the moment sank
And I felt through legenky dress
In breathing body candid spring
And outside Kiev laughed over me
I did not know then that in the charts bust
I was late, and that her husband will return to me
Starts heavy and unnecessary conversation.