I get up early in the morning , and in the spring
And the smell of apples , my Alma- ata
My first love , the owner of my heart
My home , my pride , my castle
I put my shoes and toward dawn
In my my iPod D- game and I'm so looking forward to summer
And I 'm alone, but I'm not alone
With me is my city and the whole flow
Cars, people , happy bright views
Sullenly persons standing next to them
In the cycle of fountains, green zones and parks
I do not need any gifts from fate
After all, I'm so lucky to live here
I love family and friends , keep dignity, honor
And despite this mountain in Almaty evening
How to fall in love for the first time , I lose the power of speech
I dedicate this city line
Its center, each meter
And this is not Moscow, but I do not Gough , sorry
But this is my city , my Almaty city
According to Lenin's down there on the left Abaya
Masanchi up , and I do not need heaven
I do not need skyscrapers, they block the wind
Just leave me and my old center
And for someone in New York , and for someone to Nice
And for me, Almaty , any capital
And I'm always behind you, and to the last breath
Your citizen forever , and the rest ...
And for someone in New York , and for someone to Nice
And for me, Almaty , any capital
And I'm always behind you, and to the last breath
Your citizen forever , and the rest ...
I once dreamed that I live in a fairy tale
What about some mountains and I breathe them
I dreamed of a city pictures , like Picasso sketch
By Derzhinskogo up and down on the World
I Dreamed Opera Ballet named after Abay
Park 28 and a flock of doves
And dreamed of all my family and all those who are dear to me
One dream was in a dream - soon to get in this city
And early in the morning waking up , realizing that I do not sleep
And I live in Almaty and that her love
And every breath that this miracle proud
Probably should be his , Almaty's
And what would you not say tried something to inspire
Almaty is not give, it's part of the soul
And neither was I Gdeb where the call will throw fate
There is only one house - my Almaty
And for someone in New York , and for someone to Nice
And for me, Almaty , any capital
And I'm always behind you, and to the last breath
Your citizen forever , and the rest ...
And for someone in New York , and for someone to Nice
And for me, Almaty , any capital
And I'm always behind you, and to the last breath
Your citizen forever , and the rest ...
Memory Jambul there at home alley
In my 35 , then to 56
Through the opera in a week , and then in the Capital
And for someone so, but for someone in person
Dynamo Stadium , where I grew up , my mother
Here harmony greater than that of the Dalai Lama
And at the end of Kalinin, where Tselinny burns
While I breathe , I will be faithful to keep
Almaty no pathos , Almaty not show-off ,
Almaty is the motherland and not to think you are
I'll just live, live and enjoy
And each time , coming back , just smile .
