Текст песни Монгол Шуудан - Москва

Yes I Do! Now - decided to return without
I left his native land,
Certainly will not be winged leaves
Above me ringing poplar.

Low my house long since slumped,
Old dog, my long died.
Crooked streets of Moscow
Die to know God has judged me.

I love this city elm,
Let it bloated and let odryah,
Gold drowsy Asia
Doth rest on the domes.

And when the night light of the moon
When the light ... God knows how!
I'm going head overhang,
Lane in a familiar tavern.

A noise in the lair of the terrible,
But through the night until dawn,
I read poetry prostitutes
And crooks fry alcohol.

The heart beats more and more,
And since I'm not in vpopad:
& Quot; & quot; I am the same as you, propane,
I now can not escape back & quot; & quot ;.

Low house without me slouched,
Old dog, my long died.
Crooked streets of Moscow
Dying to know God has judged me.