Текст песни Побережье - Москва

Moscow
Muses E. Kanaev
Words P. Bagin

Dark
outside the window. Long
I turned off the lights, and Moscow turned into a movie
Silent movie
   With the lights falling asleep in the night
They won’t wake up screaming - they are Muscovites.
They, like the city, have stopped for centuries
Wearing a necklace of time in dirty hands.

Moscow will not believe in tears and will not believe in fate
Empty promises, gossip and even yourself
Divine city, one as Hell and as Paradise
A city where a heart broke on a broken land.

Moscow will withstand everything - its strength in its domes
In her slush, dirt, in her incomprehensible words
In her beauty, and probably in her simplicity
Moscow is a city crucified on the eternal cross.

An endless tale with a thousand years of history
Behind the window pane, it is only necessary to turn off the light during
And then it will be dark
   outside the window. Long
I turned off the lights, and Moscow turned into a movie.