Текст песни Олег Ухналев - Мой Симферополь - Ворота Крыма

You arising unique:
Station delicate, heavenly space.
My Simferopol - Gate of the Crimea,
White my town have solar hot!

But farewell to the station archway
You to the southern beaches do not hurry:
Along quiet streets, gardens and parks
In the next song once passed.

Along quiet streets, gardens and parks
In the next song once passed!

Meet the bright expanse of avenues,
Ancient mounds mysterious shaft
The willows weeping shores Salgir,
That even Pushkin did not forget.

And the sea will fall away invisibly,
And the white gulls steep flight.
My Simferopol - Crimea gates
You will send farewell.

My Simferopol - Crimea gates
You will send a farewell!