Lyrics tsentrovoy ft.nezvanniy ft. slepoy mag - Харьков

THEME:
This is Kharkov, east of Ukraine guy
These roads and bridges have become dear to me
Kiev and Lviv in some places, but we know perfectly well
That we won't trade our beloved city for anything

Bright colors will throw color on these walls
Colored paints will lift my spirits
Walking through the big city without noticing the time
Roam the crown until the lights turn on

These lights are not the first time I see
From the tram window to fire until dawn
Like white cotton wool, this fluffy fur
Now a quiet snow has fallen on the city of Ha

And loud laughter in these frosts, stuck in the shoga
Friends, I'm so happy as if I'm seven years old
This city that I can be proud of
This title is eternal, the first capital

Your wide roads don't go round your feet
Your invaluable lessons teach a lot
In this frantic mental influx
The muse did not leave me. Although falling at my feet

NIKITA:
These concrete blocks of flats
Eternity stands here forgotten by fearful minds
We paint the walls in brave colors
Let's paint them, fly and the days will become more beautiful

It's a concrete box but it's so warm inside
Kharkiv! because there are so many of us, we are all for one
East of Ukraine raise your hand up the hill
We are here for a long time and the lights won't go out

Lights are burning in the eyes of Kharkovites forever
Head to the sky. over there our star is burning
Snow threw these streets, roads
In these places, very few will be able to keep warm

And I'm sick, my feet are faster
Back home where these lines will be born, and
In the evening, take a look at the city of Ha in the tram
And remember those neighborhoods familiar places

Kharkiv and you were once the first capital
And will you forever who will not agree with me?
From the largest square to the subway
We love you and you know very well about it

ZHORA:
Here people are not angry against
Kharkiv is like a drug for us
Drives us crazy and I'm free
We will always have something to remember ..

River, these lights are night ...
As in an old photographic frame, shabby reality
You meet a calm color here more often,
The colors are brighter in places, as if flashy.

This pace that can kill you
Yes, it's true, my city is not for everybody.
Keeps all secrets, used to be frank with him
Believe me, Kharkov is in me, and this is undoubtedly ...

Come with me, brother, you and I are on the way,
I descend from the cascade, past the mirror jet
Through the opera house along Sumskaya I move straight down,
To the thermometer, there are lights on, life is boiling there ...

The streets will fall asleep quietly, in the arms of Morpheus,
this city, which I believe from birth.
My remark is attributed to this story,
I love you my native city Kharkov!