Узники свободы - Южный город
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Wet roads
Intertwined with channels,
In old parks, on the avenues,
People are built with couples
Who love this south city
Listen to the memories of the old man
About how he was he
How with Brezhnev was
Like Gorbachev Prodinamil,
As on May 9, he sparkled orders,
About how it is in last Friday,
Arrived at the nurse,
Which put a dropper
Flying cars in the evenings,
Lighting glass showcases,
And advertising banners
Who was born here did not regret either a drop about it,
This is a green city, especially in summer,
Here fills the Shymkent lads,
Here, cafes burn lights until the morning,
Here, the brewery cooks the best shymkent beer,
Here in the winged horses fiery mane.

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

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

Bright light on the square from the screen,
Brother let's pass on Tauca Khan,
I so love this city and these prospectuses,
I dedicate them all your couplets,
Then we will turn, go to my area,
Doleks, Native Street, Huge Maple,
Nostalgia, before pain in the chest,
Most High, this city from adversity exhaust,
This south city grows up talents,
And not important where,
Anywhere in a shymkent card,
The mentality was made here for years,
In the center, north, east, dsere, bam,
The noise of the hum of cars, glare *****,
Familiar notes from underground transitions,
Repair of buildings, fountains, parks, travelers, cheap supermarkets

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

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

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

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