Alexandra...

Lyrics by Y. Visbor and D. Sukharev. Music by S. Nikitin)


It all comes right - eventually,
But Moscow grew for centuries,
Believing not in tears, but
Believing sure in love...
Its snows - fall enchantingly,
Its leaves - their magic chattering,
The sun - it shines romantically,
A sapling finds its lot.

Alexandra, Alexandra, -
It is ours, this lovely city;
We're its fate, its path - how simple;
Gaze upon its face that sings.
Oh, whatever happened - happened.
Know, this town sorrows dampens;
It engaged us, to be happy
Till the death - our Garden Ring...*

The city graced by rowanberry,
The oak dukes stood solemnly,
The dauntless ashes bordering
On boldness, - broke the earth…
Our Moscow feels the frost’s caress,
But soon will don its lush green dress,
A budding tree will find a nest
And spring its branches forth…

Alexandra, Alexandra,
What’s this flurry, quick and fancy? –
It’s the seeds of ashes, dancing
Their waltz above the street.
Though it rural seems and clumsy,
Took the ash to Viennese waltzes –
It will bloom, my Alexandra,
Breathing in the Moscow spring.

Our Moscow tells the bitter truth,
It’s been around, and seen the views,
But every trouble, grief and feud
Will pass into the past.
Its love is never rash to spring,
But loyal, pure, lingering,
Because the love a mother brings
Like none is meant to last…

Alexandra, Alexandra, -
It is ours, this lovely city;
We're its fate, its path - how simple;
Gaze upon its face that sings.
Oh, whatever happened - happened.
Know, this town sorrows dampens;
It engaged us, to be happy
Till the death - our Garden Ring...



*The Garden Ring is the inner look in Moscow, circling the city. Today it is one of 3. Back then it was the only one.