Текст песни Окуджава - Не тридцать лет, а триста лет

Not for thirty years , and three hundred years go, you imagine ,
to these ancient square at the ends of the blue .

My city is the highest rank and title of Moscow ,
but it is to meet all guests always leave myself.

Walk down the street in his dawn silence,
running through the streets of the curve ( sorry, the city).
But I - Moscow ant , and there is no peace to me ,
it was three hundred years ago , and it always will be .

Oh , this city , it's so similar to me :
it is sad for him, he is hilarious , but he is always high .
That there is a girl in his hand is a piece of the day ,
like breakfast in the node I , ant bears ?