Leaving for Sweetshot

CHORUS:

I am leaving for sweetshot.
Neither Moscow, nor Peter,
Even favourite London
Can’t compare with comfort.

VERSE 1:

Autumn.
Time to reap the harvest,
Leaves are falling down,
The rainstorm
Transforms your spirit.
The traffic lights
Betray on rainy road,
Misleading mood,
You cannot skip it.
The wind is tearing up your soul
Throughout heute-cutoir outfit,
September makes my moral split,
And I am ready to confess that…

CHORUS:

I am leaving for sweetshot.
Neither Moscow, nor Peter,
Even favourite London
Can’t compare with comfort.

I’m rushing from Autumn
Into warm cosy sweetshot…
I’m leaving for sweetshot.
It will be my new home.

VERSE 2:

Night
Slightly follows up the fog…
A single moment
Means a lot!
Cranberry rain in yellow waltz,
The crazy dance of Autumn leaves,
Bright colour of the tangerines,
Your rusty mood, my Autumn spleen.
The purple dolphins in the sky
Are granting rain. I don’t know: why?
It’s raining cats and dogs again,
You might remember “Rain in Spain…”
Pygmalion in mixing thoughts,
And I am serious that…

CHORUS:

I am leaving for sweetshot.
Neither Moscow, nor Peter,
Even favourite London
Can’t compare with comfort.

I’m rushing from Autumn
Into warm cosy sweetshot…
I’m leaving for sweetshot.
It will be my new home.

SOLO

CHORUS:

I’m rushing from Autumn
Into warm cosy sweetshot…
I’m leaving for sweetshot.
It will be my new home.