AL NIKOLAEV

rock and roll, 50s ballad, doo-wop/soulful vocal

**[Intro: Low piano roll, steady bass, soulful guitar]**
**[Spoken: "Yeah... My city. My rivers. Listen to the heart of the shipyards..."]**
**[Verse 1]**
See how the sun melts into the estuary's light,
On the Boulevard terrace, wine and the fall of the night.
I’m standing still, wrapped in a haze so sweet,
Destined to be home, where the two rivers meet.
I sought no palaces, no towers tall and grand,
To hide the open sky above this sacred land.
Just the endless silver of the water’s lanes,
And the quiet hum where the spirit remains.
**[Chorus — Powerful, Elvis style]**
Mykonayiv — my magnetic pull, my quay,
The city that cradled the soul inside of me.
Where the Inhul embraces the weary Buh,
The magic circle closes, faithful and true.
No pyramids here, no spires to the skies —
Only the quiet light where the wonder lies.
Wherever I fly — I’m drawn back to my own,
To this salt-kissed peace, the only home I’ve known!
**[Verse 2]**
I’ve seen the Louvre and the highway’s neon glare,
Where a thousand strangers offer a hollow stare.
But here on the Boulevard — a climate of the heart,
Where even the maples take a brotherly part.
Why would I need Paris? Why the distant lights?
When here I lived my most sacred days and nights.
The rhythm of the streets, the river’s soft decree —
I am rooted in this harmony, and it lives in me.
**[Bridge — Emotional baritone]**
Do you remember school... beneath the iron bridge?
All the dreams we carried on the water’s edge...
Forgive me, but a tear fell before I knew,
Tasting of the sea — sharp, and deep, and true.
I love this place not for "glory," but "just because,"
For the island of my soul, and for all that was.
**[Grand Guitar Solo: Melodic, bluesy, triumphant]**
**[Chorus — Maximum Energy]**
Mykolaiv — my magnetic pull, my quay,
The city that cradled the soul inside of me!
Where the Inhul embraces the weary Buh,
The magic circle closes, faithful and true!
No pyramids here, no spires to the skies —
Only the quiet light where the wonder lies.
Wherever I fly — I’m drawn back to my own,
To this salt-kissed peace, the only home I’ve known!
**[Outro — Slowly, deep resonance]**
On the Boulevard...
Two rivers — one single soul.
So quiet... so peaceful...
Sleep, my city... breathe slow...
**[Big Final Chord]**
**[Spoken: "Thank you... God bless this town."]**
**[Fade out: Sound of the river tide]**

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**[Intro: Low piano roll, steady bass, soulful guitar]** **[Spoken: "Yeah... My city. My rivers. Listen to the heart of the shipyards..."]** **[Verse 1]** See how the sun melts into the estuary's light, On the Boulevard terrace, wine and the fall of the night. I’m standing still, wrapped in a haze so sweet, Destined to be home, where the two rivers meet. I sought no palaces, no towers tall and grand, To hide the open sky above this sacred land. Just the endless silver of the water’s lanes, And the quiet hum where the spirit remains. **[Chorus — Powerful, Elvis style]** Mykonayiv — my magnetic pull, my quay, The city that cradled the soul inside of me. Where the Inhul embraces the weary Buh, The magic circle closes, faithful and true. No pyramids here, no spires to the skies — Only the quiet light where the wonder lies. Wherever I fly — I’m drawn back to my own, To this salt-kissed peace, the only home I’ve known! **[Verse 2]** I’ve seen the Louvre and the highway’s neon glare, Where a thousand strangers offer a hollow stare. But here on the Boulevard — a climate of the heart, Where even the maples take a brotherly part. Why would I need Paris? Why the distant lights? When here I lived my most sacred days and nights. The rhythm of the streets, the river’s soft decree — I am rooted in this harmony, and it lives in me. **[Bridge — Emotional baritone]** Do you remember school... beneath the iron bridge? All the dreams we carried on the water’s edge... Forgive me, but a tear fell before I knew, Tasting of the sea — sharp, and deep, and true. I love this place not for "glory," but "just because," For the island of my soul, and for all that was. **[Grand Guitar Solo: Melodic, bluesy, triumphant]** **[Chorus — Maximum Energy]** Mykolaiv — my magnetic pull, my quay, The city that cradled the soul inside of me! Where the Inhul embraces the weary Buh, The magic circle closes, faithful and true! No pyramids here, no spires to the skies — Only the quiet light where the wonder lies. Wherever I fly — I’m drawn back to my own, To this salt-kissed peace, the only home I’ve known! **[Outro — Slowly, deep resonance]** On the Boulevard... Two rivers — one single soul. So quiet... so peaceful... Sleep, my city... breathe slow... **[Big Final Chord]** **[Spoken: "Thank you... God bless this town."]** **[Fade out: Sound of the river tide]**

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