Song of Dushanbe


City, where is heard the song of the nightingale ...
Mountains from the window in the morning, I see,
I see red roses, vines -
All open solar fate
Brother of Moscow, young Dushanbe!

City, like a beacon - light of its far!
Proud red flag sees all the East!
Heart Tajikistan hear the hot country,
They have in life and in the struggle
A loyal friend, a young Dushanbe!

You can time and time again here wandering together,
Friendship and love is in the air thine!
And in the heat Dushanbinka - as spring icicle ...
I'm in love I confess to you,
My city, young Dushanbe!