Текст песни Tommy - Береги Москва

Somewhere beneath me, below, was a fog,
The old shop, at the entrance to the grass dew,
Everything is like yesterday, the driver warms the car,
As if the road to the city is called to a long distance.
Crows, proudly raising their beak, sit on the wire,
A cheap alcohol drink is drunk in the courtyard of a tramp,
Some girl tries to get home,
So as not to awaken the parents, the key is inserting into the intercom.
Thunder rang out, you hear, drops of rain fell,
Run along the roofs of the river, turning into waterfalls,
The sea of ​​umbrellas floats along sleepy riverbeds of streets,
Moscow washes the guests and residents of the capitals of the face.

Take care, take care, everything that you have,
Take care of me, my mother, Moscow,
Do not love, do not love anyone like me -
Do not, do not, do not, do not ...

Darkened barely barely, now it's summer, there's light all around,
Straight in the eyes, I can not sleep at night,
In the central streets brighter than the moon lanterns,
The train, the lights in the line merged outside the window ...
Hundreds of miles to forests and fields,
But for local residents there is no city of relatives,
And I so want to go where the smell of succulent herbs ...
Moscow, tell me, does this have you?
"Search, look, look within yourself,
Moscow is a village, it has its own for everyone.
You have to find it in your heart alone .. "-
The trees whispered in leaves to the beat of the wind.

Take care, take care, everything that you have,
Take care of me, my mother, Moscow,
Do not love, do not love anyone like me -
Do not, do not, do not, do not ...

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, it was and will be so,
Further - more, no one knew exactly,
That with me - me too.
Clear day to evening it became night.
A clear day turned to night,
I'm done with work, for today - for sure.
Drops of dew looked up to me,
I knew this was a rarity in the city of Moscow.
Stomped on, along the embankment,
Slightly carelessly read the text of the White Brothers.
My city is also not bad - I know it,
I shake my head with my head.
The birds supported, I did not even expect,
Who knew what I was dreaming about then,
From the very beginning I was looking for my ideal,
And deep down it sounded: "Do not, do not!"
I kept walking, walking, where, from where
Uncle-the wind was blowing and my thoughts were confused.
Turned, and behind the back of the river smooth surface
She said: "I'm Moscow, what's your name?"

Take care, take care, everything that you have,
Take care of me, my mother, Moscow,
Do not love, do not love anyone like me -
Do not, do not, do not, do not ...