Moskva And on the patriarchs Ducks to the crows And the trees in the crown Hide the silence God gave us the guys To live here once And then return To their circles To know here for a reason God gave us the guys To live here once And then return To their circles To know here for a reason God gave us the guys To live here once And then return To their circles He won't catch up with you You come to the water You dip in the palm Dip, guess Is there another fate But what will the water answer No one knows Here on the patriarchs People faithfully believe The master will write everything About our misery again And Volant will return Volant will judge everyone Everyone will be given up On his business Everyone will be given up As someone will have to Repeat again Here the picture is Annushka will stumble Oil will spill Everything will start again From a clean sheet Well, the fate is right And destined forever Each has its own tram Its own route to the end Each has its own ticket The conductor will give a strict And where there are no rails There is the end of the road And on the patriarchs Ducks to crows And trees in the crown Silence is hidden God gave us the guys To live here someday And then to return To our circle