| From the left foot rises the Hero City,
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| The spring wind walks in a pocket with a hole.
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| With a howl, Putin rushes under the arches of the Kremlin.
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| The planet Earth turned from night to day.
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| Here it is, my home. |
| A house that looks like Sodom.
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| The house over which the chimes play "Bim-bom" ...
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| The smoke is exhaled by huge mouths of factories,
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| Big cars are driving, nature is crazy.
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| People walk to work with a hangover,
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| So that their brains wear out patience and work.
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| This is where I live, this is where I stay afloat,
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| Here I love, as best I can, old Moscow.
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| Chorus:
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| So good morning, Hero City!
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| Leafing through the sutras is a damp wind.
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| Eagles and stars soar in the sky.
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| The heroes go to hell.
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| You are more beautiful than the sky, Hero City.
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| You are sweeter than bread, Hero City.
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| And I'm just a donut in this hole,
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| Just an atom in this nucleus.
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| The dawn is dying on the ledges of panel houses.
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| The hero city crawls out of wrinkled pants.
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| Hides a bottle and a jar of sprats for tomorrow
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| Good, mighty, crafty evening people.
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| Sleep sweet sleep, house that looks like Sodom.
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| A house over which the chimes play "beam-bom".
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| Chorus:
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| Good night, Hero City.
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| The parade is over, lights out.
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| Eagles and stars in the night sky.
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| Heroes are forgotten by sleep.
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| You are more beautiful than the sky, Hero City.
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| You are sweeter than bread, Hero City.
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| And I'm just a donut in this hole,
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| Just an atom in this nucleus.
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| You are more beautiful than the sky, Hero City.
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| You are sweeter than bread, Hero City.
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| And I'm just a donut in this hole,
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| Just an atom in this nucleus. |