Текст песни
Yes! The choice is made No returning
I have left my native land behind
No more will the winged leaves of poplars
Whisper songs above me on the wind
My small house will stoop without my presence
My old dog has long since passed away
On Moscow's curved and winding alleyways
God has willed that I shall end my days
I love this city laced with elm trees
Though it sags and withers, worn by time
Golden, drowsy hints of ancient Asia
Rest upon the cupolas sublime
And when moonlight spills across the evening
When it shines in ways I can't explain!
I walk with heavy head and shoulders slumping
Down familiar paths to my haunt again
Noise and clamor fill this dreadful tavern
Yet all night, till dawn breaks through the gloom
I read verses to the working women
And drink spirits with the rogues till noon
Heart beats faster, quickening its measure
Till my words run strange and slip away
I am lost and ruined just like you are
There's no path that leads me home today
My small house will stoop without my presence
My old dog has long since passed away
On Moscow's curved and winding alleyways
God has willed that I shall end my days
