Kyiv, Ukraine, 1962

 

     

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!