Youth Guards, songs for gun certificates, happy people, the March of the motherland, the blooming of red plums, and the night outside Moscow. May the world always have the sun, the roar of the two Ma Kexin and the Blesk forest, the dead of night, and the gunfire stop everywhere.
My Moscow, don't forget, jihad, lights, in the white wilderness,
Chabaev's heroes, in front of the nearby forests, eagles, and paths.