Hello, capital!


Gold hot illuminated the sky,
The streets are all pouring rays.
The sun rises over the towers of the Kremlin
And Mayakovsky in a hurry with the Muscovites.

Chorus:
Hello, the capital, Hello, Moscow!
Hello, Moscow sky!
At the heart of each of these words,
No matter how far it may be.
Hello, my capital, Hello, Moscow!

Morning road leads us straight,
Street light, spacious and new.
To the center, the boiling, seething wave
By rearing horses on Sverdlov Square.

Chorus.

How do you wonderful and how good you are,
In the noise of thy wonderful city!
Word cherished Privetnoye find
Everyone who is close to you and the road.

Pripev.1949