Текст песни Александр Крылов - Молдавия

Ah, cute Moldova, yes left edge of the Dniester!
I remember your songs and dancing until the morning!
Everything that was ringed - in the far yesterday ...
Know, it's time to get together again!

Blood poured black grapes,
The days are hot - in the foreigners Karpat ...
Here they bury Russian, your country, orlyat -
And the glorious partisansky we gather a squad!

Fascists - in Chisinau, yes on the Moscow River ...
And our pain for their homeland is a tear on the cheek.
Last grenade - sorce in my hand!
Only a song in a soldier's diary remains.

Do not dare black wings over the homeland fly!
Let them know how the Orlyata can die ...
We are two times their homeland - no longer choose.
The country rises a lot to death again!