This city wears a dress,
it has red spots on its forehead.
Her teeth are gold.
She is fat and yet still takes.
Her mouth fills you with emptiness.
When she pays for you
she'll pull you out,
yet not for money;
the city stops my breath.
Moscow!
One, two, three
Moscow!
look, pioneers! There they go, songs to Lenin they sing
She is old but beautiful,
I can not stay here again.
I can't keep balance
She powders her old skin,
she has gotten new breasts.
It built again
She turns me on,
I grieve the torment.
She dances for me,
I must pay.
I must pay
She sleeps with me,
yet not for money,
its the greatest city in the world.
Moscow!
One, two, three
Moscow!
Look, pioneers, there they go, songs to Lenin they sing
I see it, what you don't see.
When you sleep deeply at night
I see it, what you don't see.
When you lie before me
I see it, what you don't see.
When you speak to me
I see it, and you never will.
One, two, three
Moscow!
One, two, three
Moscow!
Look, pioneers, songs to Lenin they sing!
