To the station to Moscow
Remained exactly one hour ,
And this hour I live
So far away from you .
In such a desolate emptiness ,
Transparency of such
What can touch the horizon hand.
I'm in my beloved city
I will go down on textiles,
Swing car blue
On golden axes.
Sandwiched shaky crowd
I vynyrnu to the river,
And finally , keep your cheek
To your cheek .
Where can I hide from our
Capricious love Moscow .
Shines on your eyelashes
Wires sleet , Moscow .
On the towers and the lights are burning ,
So we still keep
Your love , Moscow .
We fly over the ribbon of the river ,
Above the gray haze ,
And as always, your perfume
Resemble smoke.
Thunders enthusiastic salute
And the wait is nevmoch ,
In the homes of playing and singing ,
Night is coming .
And your frantic whispers
Streams , street,
And beats red pinstripe
Boulevard Ring .
Capital of my joy
And my jealousy ,
Still have time on the subway,
Fly quickly .
We have nowhere to hide from our
Capricious love Moscow .
Enamored of the capital , I know ,
You're not even in the right moods .
Lights on towers rise
And it seems once again save us
Your love , Moscow .
Your love , Moscow .
Your love , Moscow .
Your love , Moscow .
