1. I have travelled a lot in my life
Lived in dug-outs, trenches and woods
I was twice buried still being alive,
I knew parting, I loved in blue mood.
I got used to be proud much pretty,
I repeated these words all the time:
“Oh, my dear, my native city,
Golden Moscow, city of mine.”
2. I like groves in Moscow region,
I like Red Square at different time,
I like over your river bridges,
Loud striking of Kremlin chimes.
In all towns and villages really
You have glorious fame all the time
“Oh, my dear, my native city,
Golden Moscow, city of mine.”
3. That severe we autumn remember,
Grinding tanks and the bayonets gleam,
Twenty-eight bravest sons will forever
Live in memory by all means.
Enimies won't be able to see it
When you bend head of yours any time
“Oh, my dear, my native city,
Golden Moscow, city of mine.
My Moscow
© Copyright: Ольга Крубер-Федорова, 2015
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