Lyrics and translation
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Kyiv, the city of dreams, it has its unique fire.
But I feel like I don't fit in here, despite how deep I may hide it.
Even though I love these streets, I feel unspeakable sadness.
Having New York in my dreams, I can't explain what's happening -and why, but. . .
-It feels like a chain that's holding my soul. It's raining no matter where I go.
My gut just keeps saying it's where I belong, but there is a plane in my dreams called. . .
Kyiv, New York.
I wanna take this flight and leave this city I love.
I wanna leave behind my past and shake myself off, travel across the sky on the plane Kyiv, New York.
Kyiv, New York.
In my dream, Kyiv should have been just like New York, with skyscrapers on every street, crazy rhythm with the bright lights and music that never turned off.
But instead, I feel less and less of my freedom.
It's a subjective feeling, don't get me wrong, but my favorite colors ain't blue and yellow.
Don't believe I'm defined by place I was born. These are feudal duties I don't wanna play.
It feels like a cage that's holding my soul, with goodbyes no matter where
I go.
I'm locked in a culture where I don't belong, a stranger dreaming of a plane called. . . Kyiv, New York.
I wanna take this flight and leave this city I love.
I wanna leave behind my past and shake myself off. I wanna close my eyes and feel the air in my lungs, catching the sun.
I was walking from Manhattan to Bronx. I wanna take this flight on the plane Kyiv, New
York. Kyiv, New
York.
You feel like a chain that's holding my soul. It's raining no matter where
I go.
I'm locked in a culture where I don't belong, a stranger dreaming of a plane called. . . Kyiv, New York.
I wanna take this flight and leave this city I love. I wanna leave behind my past and shake myself off.
I wanna close my eyes and feel the air in my lungs, catching the sun. I was walking from
Manhattan to Bronx.
God, let me take this flight on the plane Kyiv, New York, and never return!