Podmoskovnye road


On the wide valley of the Hungarian,
Where the night breeze rustles,
We remember in a strange land
The beauty of the suburban roads

Chorus.
Eh, smooth road near Moscow,
Forest green, birch foliage.
We often dream of Moscow is the capital,
We will meet soon, Moscow!

Oh, you're a long dark nights,
Smoke cold, alien sky,
And watching his beloved eyes
On the road that leads to the house.

Chorus.

The green valleys and groves
Soon we will turn to the east
And go back to the Red Square.
According to one familiar roads.

Chorus.
1944