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Kyiv is the capital of my world, and all the faces here are familiar to me.
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I'm at home, I'm at home, I'm at home, I'm at home!
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I see the city of ambitions from the balcony, I fell in love with these areas.
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I'm at home, I'm at home, I'm at home, I'm at home!
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I'm at home here, and the sea is knee-deep.
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The boys are on the move, and we stir up changes.
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Five minutes to me to the right bank.
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Everyone knows Stolny and everyone knows Gerik.
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Half a leg while circling around the city.
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Hide the horns, otherwise you will snatch it in your beard.
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We twist rhymes by syllables in the studio.
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Here are my brothers and here are my people.
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And I'm a newcomer, but the capital is always in me.
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I rave about the city, and he keeps me on the wave.
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All districts will pick up, I know, here for sure.
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When Stolny is at T-shirt, a hand rises into the sky.
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- And what about Stolny?
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— Yes, cool guys from Kyiv.
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This is my home, boy, two shores. |
My people are confident.
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Six proven by word and deed, that's exactly how it is,
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It was in a white personalized hoodie.
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My beloved Motherland, I am forever her devoted son.
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Know that it has long been taught to distinguish a man from bitches, kings from barefoot.
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How rushing at this moment, the capital city is important,
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Every darkened window that night.
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Wherever the road leads, let me know.
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As long as I'm not far, let me know.
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All by itself, all by itself
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But always - I always come back home.
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Chorus:
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Kyiv is the capital of my world, and all the faces here are familiar to me.
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I'm at home, I'm at home, I'm at home, I'm at home!
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I see the city of ambitions from the balcony, I fell in love with these areas.
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I'm at home, I'm at home, I'm at home, I'm at home!
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Left bank of the Dnieper, headlights flying, night Straw, I'm at home.
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The sound of Kyiv comes from the windows to half of the district.
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Mike has all my pack,
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Street band, masters of the word.
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After all, my brother, but like Capital City,
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Not one repack will not touch the attic.
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I was not born here, but I feel
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This is my home, and I'm flying like a bird.
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I see no reason to stop.
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To everyone who is not with us - astalavista.
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Tracks fly out with a whistle
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Straight to your gadget with a whole playlist.
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There are six different styles, as well as artists.
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You are tighter than the face, your mother, tighten it yourself.
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Why is Giga also in Stolny?
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Well, yeah, let's go...
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Giga started here, started here,
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And, of course, the rapper, as a rule, always played in the speakers.
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From the last half step, the house is sinful.
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Always, but his soul heals me.
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The first step, the first kiss was here.
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To you, the city of chestnuts, I dedicate this song.
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I'll throw a bitula for the love of the crush car,
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After all, I am at home on any street.
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Pit on the pit, brother, this is not Miami Grad.
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Stolny, outskirts, where my game is.
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And now you know who I am.
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Honest rap at the monitor three.
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The whole capital is on the march.
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What are you going to tell me now, mazek?
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Without dough and your concessions
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We have been pumping from wells for a year.
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Chorus:
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Kyiv is the capital of my world, and all the faces here are familiar to me.
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I'm at home, I'm at home, I'm at home, I'm at home!
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I see the city of ambitions from the balcony, I fell in love with these areas.
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I'm at home, I'm at home, I'm at home, I'm at home! |