Through wars, fires, the ages,
This scarlet sound flies through the air
This sound rings from afar
It is the heart of Russia ringing.
In the bright gold of its holy domes
The face of the sun is proudly multiplied
With the return of the two-headed eagle
The Russian languages lives on.
Moscow! The bells are ringing.
Moscow! Golden domes.
Moscow! In the gold of your icons
Runs the chronicle of the ages.
Moscow, song by Oleg Gazmanov
