Москва майская

The morning paints with mellow lustre
Ancient bricks of the Kremlin wall,
All the Soviet land is awaking
In the break of the May dawn.

Chill is getting through shirt collars,
The street noise is growing loud.
Hey, good morning, my sweet city,
The very heart of my homeland.

Chorus:

Ebullient,
And potent,
By no one indestructible
My dear land,
My Moscow land,
For me you are the only one!

The May sun, please, light up brighter
The pale hues in the blue skies.
So we could show our wonder
To the mausoleum stand.

So that slogans of our triumph
Could shine brighter here, too;
So that Stalin could raise his hand
Sending his greetings to you.

Chorus.

A cheerful day has flared up well,
Streets like sea waves pound the sand,
From the open big school windows
Children’ voices noisily sound.

May is flowing as a river
Down a long and wide roadway,
As a lovely song is floating
In the pretty Moscow glow.

Chorus.

As the day ends and the coolness
Is refreshing Muscovites.
After the parade they feel fine,
They enjoy the city’s sights.

That’s the time to get together,
And for Moscow to spread out
Down the gardens and the boulevards
In the May month, so alive.

Chorus.

Night is turning into daylight,
Seas of light are over crowds.
Hey, the passerby! Hey, comrades!
Sing a cheerful song with us!

Look — the whole our Soviet country
Plunged into the dance and sings…
There’s no better place to live in,
There’s no more such joyful spring!

Chorus.

The blue sunrise is admiring
The Moskva River quiet grace,
Like night wondrous birds are singing
Moscow locomotive horns.

The Kremlin chimes are loudly beating,
We see stars and shadows melt…
Goodbye, our past and old life!
Hello, new and happy day!

Chorus.

1937