Текст песни Ногу свело - Из Алма-Аты

The baggage you will not hand over perfume and nail polish
Traders, astern your chembulak
Liner lies on the wing
And flashes red boards

From Alma-Ata you see me flying
So I wanted to see you again
Blue hills draped with bright light
And this place will grow flowers

Moscow, as always waiting for your flight
Sunset. Steppe almost already asleep
But there was a howl of turbines
And the sky was black smoke

From Alma-Ata you see me flying
So I wanted to see you again
Blue hills draped with bright light
And this place will grow flowers

From Alma-Ata you see me flying
So I wanted to see you again
Blue hills draped with bright light
And this place will grow flowers

From Alma-Ata you see me flying
So I wanted to see you again
Grow flowers. You perehotelos
You flew me from Almaty