Enough residents of the capital
Stretch to the sun's rays
There is a chance to fall through the ground
My beloved Muscovites.
Last time I look with longing
On cute from childhood, white light.
We will have to live near Moscow
Since now there is no place in it,
Since she saw us in a coffin,
And so shamefully betrayed.
But our where did not disappear
And we can’t knock us out of the saddle.
We will build our underground world
And in it we will heal for glory,
And our new suburbs
We will rightfully call him.