Текст песни Я по свету немало хаживал - Гимн Москвы

I used to go to a lot of light,
Lived in a dugout in the trenches, in the forest,
He was buried alive twice,
Separation knew and loved in anguish.
But Moscow I used to be proud of
And everywhere I repeated the words:
My dear capital,
My golden Moscow!

I love the woods near Moscow
And bridges over your river,
I love your Red Square
And the Kremlin chimes.
In towns and villages far
Oh do not be silent rumor
My dear capital,
My golden Moscow!

We will remember the harsh autumn,
Gnashing of tanks and gleam of bayonets,
And through the ages will live twenty-eight
The bravest of your sons.
And the enemy will never achieve,
To tilt your head,
My dear capital,
My golden Moscow!