Узники свободы - Южный город - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Wet roads,

Intertwined with channels,

In old parks, in alleys,

People are being built in pairs

Who love this southern city,

Listen to the memories of the old man,

About how he was young,

As it was with Brezhnev,

Like Gorbachev imprint,

How on May 9 he sparkled with orders,

About how he is on the year before lasting

He knew for the nurse,

Which put a dropper

Cars fly in the evenings

Illuminating glass windows,

And banners of advertising,

Who was born here does not regret a drop about it,

This is a green city, especially in the summer,

The Shymkent lads refuel here,

Here, cafes are burning with lights until the morning,

Here the brewery cooks the best Shymkent beer,

Here the winged horses have a fiery mane.

The southern city, this southern city, I stand on the roof of the house and do not feel cold, wet roads from the rain, and the stone walls of the districts, the night blinds the eyes with the light of red neons ...

The southern city, this southern city, I stand on the roof of the house and do not feel cold, wet roads from the rain, and the stone walls of the districts, the night blinds the eyes with the light of red neons ...

Bright light in the area from the screen,

Bratan let's go along the khan Tauk,

I love this city so much and these avenues,

I dedicate all my purchases to them,

Then we’ll turn, go to my area,

Dolares, native street, huge maple,

Nostalgia, to chest pain,

Almighty, this city from the hardships of the second

This southern city cultivates talents,

And not important where

Anywhere in the Shymkent map,

The mentality has been stacked here for years,

In the center, north, east, dser, bam,

Noise a rumble of cars, glare *****,

Notes familiar to me from underground crossings,

Plots of buildings, fountains, parks, tenders, sophisticated supermarkets

The southern city, this southern city, I stand on the roof of the house and do not feel cold, wet roads from the rain, and the stone walls of the districts, the night blinds the eyes with the light of red neons ...

The southern city, this southern city, I stand on the roof of the house and do not feel cold, wet roads from the rain, and the stone walls of the districts, the night blinds the eyes with the light of red neons ...

The southern city, this southern city, I stand on the roof of the house and do not feel cold, wet roads from the rain, and the stone walls of the districts, the night blinds the eyes with the light of red neons ...

The southern city, this southern city, I stand on the roof of the house and do not feel cold, wet roads from the rain, and the stone walls of the districts, the night blinds the eyes with the light of red neons ...