GREAT SONG!
Moskva! By Oleg Gazmanov
Lyrics:
CHerez vojny, pozhary, veka
Zvon malinovyj nebo letit
Slyshen zvon etot izdaleka
eta serdce Rossii zvenit.
yarkom zlate sv'atyh kupolov
Gordo mnozhits'a solnechnyj lik
S vozvrascheniyem dvuglavyh orlov
Prodolzhayets'a russkij yazyk
Moskva. Zvon'at kala kala.
Moskva. Zlateee kupola.
Moskva. Po zolotu ikon
Prohodit leto pis' vremyon.
Po ladon'am tvoih ploschadej
Prohodili kolonny boytcov
Pogibaya vo im a detej,
SHli v bes smertye, vo slavu otsov.
Krasnoj ploschadi zhit' bez konca
Stal' moskovskih paradov krepka
YEsli budet stolica stoyat,
Ne is aknet Rossii reka.
YA smotr'us Vorob'evyh vysot
Na nochnoye sozvezdiye ognee
Pust Moskve uzhe za vosem'sot,
My vovek ne sostarims as nej.
Na prospekty prol ets a vesna,
Ozornyye nagr anut grachi
I stolice op at ne da sna,
Sdnem rozhdeniya, moi moskvichi!
Lyrics:
Через войны, пожары, века
Звон малиновый в небо летит
Слышен звон этот издалека
Ёто сердце России звенит.
В ярком злате святых куполов
Гордо множится солнечный лик
С возвращением двуглавых орлов
Продолжается русский язык
Припев
Москва. Звонят колокола.
Москва. Златые купола.
Москва. По золоту икон
Проходит летопись времен.
По ладоням твоих площадей
Проходили колонны бойцов
Погибая во имя детей,
Шли в бессмертье, во славу отцов.
Красной площади жить без конца
Сталь московских парадов крепка
Если будет столица стоять,
Не иссякнет России река.
Я смотрю с Воробьевых высот
На ночное созвездие огней
Пусть Москве уже за восемьсот,
Мы вовек не состаримся с ней.
На проспекты прольется весна,
Озорные нагрянут грачи
И столице опять не до сна,
С днем рождения, мои москвичи !
Through wars, fires, centuries
The ring crimson flies to the sky
This ring from apart is audible
The heart of Russia rings.
In bright gold of sacred domes
It is proud the solar face is multiplied
With returning two-headed eagles
Russian proceeds
Moscow. Bells call.
Moscow. Golden domes.
Moscow. On gold of icons
Passes the annals of times.
On palms of your areas
Passed columns of fighters
Perishing in the name of children,
Went in immortality, to glory of fathers.
The red area to live endlessly
Steel of the Moscow parades is strong
If the capital will stand,
The river will not run low Russia.
I look with passerine heights
On night constellation of fires
Let to Moscow already for eight hundred,
We for ever shall not grow old with it.
On prospectuses the spring will spill,
Naughty rooks will appear suddenly
And capital again not up to a dream,
Happy birthday, my muscovites!
Beautiful song! Thanks so much for posting and thanks for text and translation!
To Baltrick: I think that it's obvious that when someone comes to Russia with peace they'd be welcome. What is meant by the ancient proverb "those who come to us with a sword will die by the sword" is that Russia suffered lots of invasions through its history and to this day suffers injustice and hostility from the West (esp. the media.) They just want others to respect their way of life.
goldstep999 2 years ago 32
Your welcome =)
Dominick629 2 years ago
This song one of the best songs i ever heard i can stay here all day playing this song for 24 hours
bklynbodyguard22 2 years ago 13
Thanks!
Dominick629 2 years ago
love this song so much
amazingstuff1234 3 years ago 2
So do I! Thanks for the comment! =)
Dominick629 3 years ago