The streets of Moscow,the Moscow rain.
Mine? Alien ... hide tremor.
In the neighborhoods of emptiness - to drown.
Lose yourself and never return.
The indifference of the shadow, miscalculation of moves.
I'll be a wolf among wolves.
Mine? Alien? .. going crazy.
Freedom of choice - my prison.
Days fly frame by frame,
Sunset - for the dawn, dawn - for the sunset.
My, someone else ... different game.
Now I say self-rule again.
Open your arms, venal city.
I am ready to.
My strange ... long-awaited meeting.
Moscow, I'll miss you...
Moscow
© Copyright: Амалия Кауэр, 2009
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