Moscow song


Outside the window, the car run over trees
We were on the road only half an hour left
And on the top shelf and bottom shelf
She could hear excited voices:

Chorus:
Moscow! Moscow! Vintage boulevards ...
Moscow! Moscow! As a young old city!
Always new, swift, live,
Native, chief, Soviet Moscow!

An engineer with MMK and miner from Kuzbass,
A farmer from the Kuban, old steelworker
Tenor melodious and powerful bass
Repeat with heartfelt words:

Chorus.

The bags and briefcases carry her gifts,
Plans and reports, figures and dreams ...
Flinched cars, emerged from under the arch
City stately Russian beauty!

Pripev.1947