Текст песни Бернес Марк - Письмо в Москву

Sit down next, something I can’t sleep,
I wrote a letter to a friend today,
A letter to Moscow, to a distant capital,
Which I have never seen.

Let it be night, let the weather get angry
And let the dream come into its own
Noah, I’m not sleeping on patrol at the border,
So that my Moscow slept peacefully.

In the battles of the coming and night halts
In the wide steppe and in the remote taiga,
So that the dream goes away and the fatigue goes away
Comrade, remember about your native Moscow.