Текст песни С.С. Прокофьев - Ария Кутузова. Опера Война И Мир.

Aria Kutuzov
(from the opera "War and Peace")
S. Prokofiev

Majestic, in the sun,
mother of Russian cities,
You are spread out in front of us, Moscow!
The mournful, difficult hour is approaching,
the Russian army must
move away from the sacred walls without fighting?

The insidious enemy dared
enter our land
and soon he will cry.
Love for the fatherland
and the courage of the army,
and our prayers
we will be given victory.
Russia is not used to indulging,
the people will defend freedom in battles.
We will return peace to the fatherland,
and peace to other powers.

In white-stone mother Moscow
the enemy will never be able to
to subdue the hearts of brave, free people.
The whole Russian land will be covered
the enemy's bones
defeat the enemy
our great people!