Moscow
where bells ring,
where fires knock from a heart
there put from honour - light
You are not not first last
a country stands after you,
be faithful, honest a heart
that waits you always
That prays, suffers
after you there is her soul,
you are not not first last
and into her dream
Outflows red juice
there is her tear on lips,
be faithful, honest a heart
you and there is her soul
