Foreign Moscow

Watching the movie you know all about
Crying because it’s not allowed to shout
Missing you much, more than ever before
Laying alone on a cold velvet floor.
Smoking my cigarettes you should have hate
Trying to sleep, trying not to regret
You are so far that I can’t reach you at
That’s why my heart is so weak, sick and sad.
Speaking your English and dialing your phone
You are so far. I am here. Alone.

(15.07.2008)


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