Brovary (Ukrainian: Бровари, Polish: Browary) is a city in Kiev Oblast (Region) in northern Ukraine, an eastern suburb of the country's capital, Kiev. Administratively, it is incorporated as a town of oblast significance. It also serves as the administrative centre of Brovary Raion (district), though it does not belong to the raion. Population: 98,250 (2013 est.).
Brovary is a historic town, first mentioned in 1630. Its name, translated from Ukrainian, means "brewers". The city also houses a railway station. International ill-fame came to the city in 2000 after one of its apartment blocks was hit by a stray surface-to-surface missile launched from a neighbouring army shooting range in Honcharivs'ke. Three people were killed.
Today, Brovary is Ukraine's shoe-making capital with dozens of such companies located here. At Brovary, there is also a broadcasting centre for long and shortwaves. The longwave transmitter, which works on 207 kHz, uses as its antenna two 259.6 m (852 ft) tall guyed mast radiators each equipped with a cage antenna at their lower part. Brovary is also an important sport centre of Ukraine. Several world and Olympic champions were born and/or began their career here. Ukraine's national mint facility is located in Brovary.
Brovary (Ukrainian: Бровари) is a railway station located in Brovary, Ukraine.
Burn, burn the house on fire
I'm so sick and tired
I can still remember your sound
It's cut, cut, cutting me down
I'm locked and loaded
You're so milk and roses
And I am just a letdown of your hound
It's cut, cut, cutting me down
Like slow poison
Cut down, slow poison
Save me one more hymnal
I have found my angel
Ah, ah, oh, she walks upon the ground
It's cut, cut, cutting me down
On an empty can
I'm a stranger in a strange, strange land
Gone, gone, just gone without a sound
It's cut, cut, cutting me down
Like slow poison
Cut down like slow poison
And all my dreams are only dreams
And all my schemes are only schemes
And if this is my punishment
Then I want my card to fit
Burn, burn the house on fire
I'm so sick and tired
I can still remember your sound
It is cut, cut, cutting me down
Like slow poison
Cut down like slow poison
It's cutting me like slow poison
Save me one more hymnal
I have found my angel
Ah, ah, oh, she walks upon the ground