Night patrol


Darkens to night
Sky blue,
Twinkling stars,
The satellites of the earth.
And it seems,
Asleep the whole of Moscow,
And only go at night
Guards.
Them at this late hour
Passes dream
Not every guard
Years young,
But he but
Chivalrous love
In his Moscow
The unique city!

There are good,
Good tradition
That in the songs people
Feelings do not conceal,
And if singing
"My militia"
That means,
Without a doubt - my!
There are good,
Good tradition
That in the songs people
Feelings do not conceal,
And if singing
"My militia"
That means,
Without a doubt - my!

Alone with beauty
Moscow
from the center
And the city suburbs,
he carefully
It keeps it calm,
The same as we do,
Moscow boss.
Of course, it is difficult,
What can I say,
Not all are suitable
For such work -
therefore
The police serve
They come from the heart,
And not by calculation.
There are good,
Good tradition
That in the songs people
Feelings do not conceal,
And if singing
"My militia"
That means,
Without a doubt - my!
There are good,
Good tradition
That in the songs people
Feelings do not conceal,
And if singing
"My militia"
That means,
Without a doubt - my!
All over Moscow
Chimes ringing,
Washed cold rain
Bridge.
And see the Muscovites
The tenth dream
Do not sleep in the capital
Only guards.
their escorts
Streets quiet,
And the stars they
Wink in unison.
And the city is asleep,
And only one
Moscow police
At the service.
There are good,
Good tradition
That in the songs people
Feelings do not conceal,
And if singing
"My militia"
That means,
Without a doubt - my!
There are good,
Good tradition
That in the songs people
Feelings do not conceal,
And if singing
"My militia"
That means,
Without a doubt - my!
1960