Текст песни Лаки Кесоглу - Алма-Ата моя

City native, like a carpet,
He lay down at the foot of the mountains.
How well I breathe
From Alma-Ata alone.
Under the blue firmament
Smell gardens fresh honey,
Wind rustles flowers
Adolescent my Alma-Ata.
Peace Heaven blue tent
He lay down on the palm of the mountains.
They hugged each other and the ice flowers,
Eli look from above.
Pacific waves wing night
The mountains in the darkness hide shoulders.
Summer heat is filled,
Sleep until the morning Alma-Ata.
City home, the fate of all the
I'm always with you.
Let me race of the year -
You be always young.
The windows look tvoit dawns
Breathe gardens, like the sea,
Your beauty is eternal,
Spring City Almaty