Текст песни Ф.Н.Глинка - Москва

The city is wonderful, the city of ancient,
You made in your ends
And pans and villages,
And chambers and palaces!

Oboyan ribbon passed,
The whole you choose in the gardens;
How many temples how many towers
On seven your hills! ..

Giant Hero.
You like a charter is developed
And over the land river
He became great and famous!

On your churches of vintage
Trees grow;
The eye does not grab the streets of long ...
This is Mother Moscow!

Who, strongman, will take in a shirt
Hill Kremlin-Bogatyr?
Who will betray a kilty cap
In Ivan-Slavar? ..

Who is a king bell raise?
Who will turn the king gun?
Hats who, pride, will not remove
Saints in the Kremlin gate?!

You did not cut a strong
In troubled fate:
Did the steps of Russia
Do not worship you! ..

You like martyr, burned,
White!
And the river boiled to you
Bonopladen!

And under the ashes, you lay
Polonny
And from the ash, you rebuilt
Unchanged! ..

Flourish than the fame of the eternal
City of temples and chambers!
Hail of the middle, cordial hail,
Native Russia Grad!