Front edge


Flying death ominous shadow
Kept life on the line ...
And there in the battle militia
On the near approaches to Moscow.

Chorus:
Here, our pain and our glory.
And you do not change fate.
Moscow, Moscow - My Power,
Cutting edge, the cutting edge.

Love to Moscow - the love of the Holy ...
In that terrible hour in the autumn mist
They went into battle the sons of the steppe region
On the near approaches to Moscow.

Chorus.

And lie forever remain
My friend in the wet grass,
Where depleted regiment fought
On the near approaches to Moscow.

Chorus.

In the spotlight thrashing
Star in a midnight blue ...
And further the fate of stars solved
On the near approaches to Moscow.

Chorus:
Here, our pain and our glory.
June thunder. Victorious May.
Moscow, Moscow - My Power.
Moscow - always cutting edge. 1986