To gold Praha by Nikolay Doris

I love the calm dawns, the dawns over Prague,

And the cheerful route of the early rad trams.

Live on, my dear Prague, my beautiful Prague—

It is not for nothing they call you "Golden" (fact).

All your hundred towers stand guard over you around,

Steadfast people watch over and protect you,

My Ancient Prague, my beautifulo Prague—

It is not for nothing they call you "Golden” a few,

You have gifted me a hundred thousand smiles,

And I shall not forget those happy moments.

My Prague at dawn, my beautiful Prague mine,

It is not for nothing they call you "Golden."

Live on, my Prague, beautiful Prague—

It is not for nothing they call you "Golden"!