Moscow

From dusk till dawn

Days are full of haze

The streets of Moscow look like maze

This captured my mind -

No beginning,

No end

I can find.

It's blowing, blowing out my mind.

Moscow is a cold world

I wanna get out of.

I wanna get out of

Down to the subway

One of crowded places

Lots of negative faces

Not open,

Nor friendly.

Everyone's got a problem.

Flowing, flowing in transfers and transitions

No end, no beginning

I can't make definitions

Up in the street it's snowing and snowing,

Melting into slushy mud

Under my boots

I hate it,

but will force myself to like Moscow,

Though now I can't,

Now I can't.

I'll force myself

Though now I can't

Now I can't

I don't like Moscow

I dont like

Moscow nights are full of lights

Moscow at night is a different world

Rich people in a big cars,

Rich people in unapproachable clubs

All of them looking like pop stars

No comment, no talk

Cause they don't know who you are

Moscow nights are full of lights

Rich people in a big cars

Days are full of haze

I don't like Moscow

don't like