Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - Киевлянки

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 "Bessarabka"
We are separated by kilometers and years
And I wear in my sweat notebook
Only for her one understandable words.

Chorus:
Kiev woman, Kievwoman, Kiev
Not confused, not a thief, not gypsy
A simple Ukrainian beautiful
Kiev woman, Kiev woman raging.
...
I have called to her from the rapid station,
My suitcase sailed somewhere forever
And here I have one guitar
Lilac branch and open soul
And I went there, on foot to "Bessarabka",
Empty and there is nothing but love
Stole everything and even old notebook,
Where for her wrote some poems.

Chorus:
Kiev woman, Kievwoman, Kiev
Not confused, not a thief, not gypsy
A simple Ukrainian beautiful
Kiev woman, Kiev woman raging.
...
She 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 lingerie dress,
In the breath of the body is a frank spring
And you laughed in Kiev I need to be laughed by me,
I myself did not know that in the cards of bust
That late is that the husband will come back with me
Start a heavy and unnecessary conversation.

Chorus:
Kiev woman, Kievwoman, Kiev
Not confused, not a thief, not gypsy
A simple Ukrainian beautiful
Kiev woman, Kiev woman raging.
...
... modulation ...

Chorus:
Kiev woman, Kievwoman, Kiev
Not confused, not a thief, not gypsy
A simple Ukrainian beautiful
Kiev woman, Kiev woman raging.
A simple Ukrainian beautiful
Kiev woman, Kiev woman raging.