- The green sea is playing,
- A quiet day is fading away,
- So dear have they become for me,
- the sloping banks of Dnipro.
- Where branches are swaying
- of amorous dreams...
- How can one not love you,
- Kyiv, my dear!
- Into my eyes the cannas are gazing,
- I will pour my heart into them.
- Let them tell to my beloved one,
- How I faithfully love her.
- Now, I will dream and live
- On the wings of my hopes...
- How can one not love you,
- Kyiv, my dear!
- My weary city is falling
- in a peaceful and gentle sleep.
- There, as a necklace, lights
- Have bloomed over the Dnieper.
- The velvet of late afternoons
- Surfs over as euphoria.
- How can one not love you,
- Kyiv, my dear! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yak_tebe_ne_liubyty,_Kyieve_mii!
Kyiv, center of the city. I don't like places like this, I feel agoraphobic here.
