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641 B
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28 lines
641 B
Plaintext
Song about Moscow
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Gold hot illuminated the sky,
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The streets are all pouring rays.
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The sun rises over the towers of the Kremlin
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And Mayakovsky in a hurry with the Muscovites.
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Chorus:
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Hello, the capital, Hello, Moscow!
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Hello, Moscow sky!
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At the heart of each of these words,
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How far he has not.
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Hello, my capital, Hello, Moscow!
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Morning road leads us straight,
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Light road, spring, new.
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To the center, seething, boiling wave
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By rearing horses on Sverdlov Square.
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Chorus.
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How beautiful you are and how good you are,
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In the noise of thy wonderful city!
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Word cherished Privetnoye find
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Everyone who is close to you and the road.
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Chorus. 1947 |