Текст песни "Prodigal son", Вячеслав Малежик

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My love, my angel
You are always just
I, your quiet wanderer
I, your outcast son, Moscow

I am the reflection in your eyes
And the echo of your nights
There's no bad blood
After all, I am nothing without you
Refrain

My Moscow, my angel
I am yours until the end, I am yours
Only a small part of your great past
Moscow, I am your prodigal son

Your Kings have risen and fallen
And the troubles they had are famed
But all the same, you are the King
Of church-goers and sinners alike

You alone are faithful and steadfast
You are apointed by the creator of all
King, the bell will sound
King, the cannon will stand ready

Godspeed and stay well
A century is no longer than a day
Moscow, I am your prodigal son
Godspeed and stay well for me.