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My Moscow
I used to go a lot of light,
He lived in a dugout in the trenches, in the forest,
He was twice buried alive
I knew separation, loved in anguish.
But I always used to be proud of,
And everywhere I repeated the words:
My dear capital,
My golden Moscow!
I love the woods near Moscow
And thy bridges over the river.
I love your Red Square
And the Kremlin chimes.
In cities and remote villages
About you not silenced the rumor,
My dear capital,
My golden Moscow!
We will remember the severe fall,
Gnashing of tanks and glint of bayonets,
And they will live through the ages of twenty-eight
The bravest of your sons.
And the enemy will never achieve,
To tip your head,
My dear capital,
My golden Moscow!
Over Moscow banners of glory,
Triumphant people.
Hello town of Great Powers,
Where our beloved Stalin lives!
We will always be proud of thee,
Will live your glory through the ages,
My dear capital,
My golden Moscow! 1942