Старая песня о главном [Staraya pesnya o glavnom] [English translation]

If everything goes wrong, and the heart is in bad mood,

If some sadness gnaws the soul,

Go, my friend, to the Lenin Hills

And look deeply at the endless distances.

Let your city lay before you,

The city of light-blue squares,

And the city of the military and labor

Glory of the Soviet people.

The Moscow River is very quietly splashing,

Tailor sleeps, leaders of the CC sleep (at cottages).

Let the stars shine on the Kremlin towers in the clouds.

You are sweetly sleeping, black baby,

In the kind Jewish hands.

You are sweetly sleeping, black baby,

In the strong Soviet hands.

Here are only friends, here you cannot be sad,

No matter, how many songs you've sung with them.

If one man already said you Yes,

It means other one will also tell Yes (and third one).

Just give a command - they will rise at once,

After have rattled, they will finish fights.

At hot time and in a blizzard they shoot at an enemy,

And sometimes - at their own soldiers.

The Moscow River is very nicely splashing,

Soldiers sleep, prisoners sleep in jails (on bunks).

Above the roof a pilot is dozing in the clouds.

You are quietly sleeping, black baby,

In the kind Jewish hands.

You are sweetly sleeping, black baby,

In the long Soviet hands.