| Press, driver, brake, finally
|
| You tyrannized us for three hours in a row.
|
| Get down, citizens, we have arrived, the end is
|
| Okhotny Ryad, Okhotny Ryad!
|
| Get down, citizens, we have arrived, the end is
|
| Okhotny Ryad, Okhotny Ryad!
|
| Once upon a time, merchants bawled here,
|
| Moscow was awakened by a smoky dawn,
|
| And bells rang over the snowdrifts -
|
| Okhotny Ryad, Okhotny Ryad!
|
| Here the West roams, pulling guides,
|
| The collective farmers are looking at the Metropol.
|
| How reluctant I am to leave you,
|
| Okhotny Ryad, Okhotny Ryad!
|
| Here is the smoky shore of my youth,
|
| And the harbor of meetings, and the port of night losses,
|
| Here is the crossroads of one hundred and fifteen seas -
|
| Okhotny Ryad, Okhotny Ryad.
|
| Press, driver, brake at last,
|
| You tyrannized us for three hours in a row.
|
| Get down, citizens, we have arrived, the end is
|
| Okhotny Ryad, Okhotny Ryad! |