To the station to Moscow was exactly one hour ,
And this hour I live so far away from you.
In such a desolate emptiness , transparency such
What can touch the horizon hand.
I 'll go my beloved city for textiles ,
Blue car on the golden swing axles.
Sandwiched shaky crowd I vynyrnu to the river,
Finally Push your cheek to cheek.
Pripev1 :
Where can I hide from our
Capricious love , Moscow ?
Shines on the eyelashes of your wires
Wet light , Moscow .
Fires burn on the towers ,
And, therefore , we have stores
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 ,
The houses play and sing ,
Night is coming .
And your frantic whispers
Flows from the person
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 that once again save us
Your love , Moscow .