Текст песни Киевлянка - Г.Кричевский

Kiev woman (Krichevsky)

(loss)

1. I am very rare in this city.
And so came to some hours
With me guitar, suitcase, lilac branch
And heart full of mysterious love
My friend lives on Bessarabke
We are separated by kilometers and years
And I see in your streaming notebook
Only for her one understandable words

R: Kievwoman, Kievwoman, Kiev
Neither confused nor theft nor gypsy
A simple Ukrainian beautiful
Kiev woman, Kiev woman raining

(loss) -1r

2. I called her from a rapid train station
My suitcase sailed somewhere forever
And here I have one guitar
Lilac branch and open soul
And I went there on foot on Bessarabka
Empty, and there is nothing but love
Stole everything, and even old notebook
Where for her wrote some poems

R: the same; (Loss) -1R (MOD) (01:55)

3. It opened the door and I fell into the arms
And drowned in his eyes, at the time went to the bottom
And I felt through a lounge dress
In body breathing frank spring
And you laughed in the window Kiev I need to
I myself did not know then that in the maps
That late is that the husband will come back and with me
Start a heavy and not necessary conversation.

R: the same; (Loss) R: the same;

A simple Ukrainian beautiful
Kiev woman, Kiev woman raining