MOSCOW (moskva)

I shot all my arrows
and my bow is broken
now I am not that brave
in front of you MOSCOW

I used to fly like a proud bird
now I am crawling
in your dark corners
the giant MOSCOW

my love was dancing
now she is barely alive
you got her with your rythm
MOSCOW

and looking in your mad eyes
I gather the courage to wisper

Like an ice on a skin is your self-admiration
Like honey on a heart you controversy
and if I am here one might say
that I lost my prudence
but I am still counting on your mercy

archipelags of blocks
where the houses are the islands
I am like a shivering Sevorov
in your Alps MOSCOW

my spirit is experienced and yet
fallen into your millstones
it is not likely that I will get younger
my inquisitor MOSCOW

where is your faith in the reality
of art as magic
you are too materialistic
imeratoress MOSCOW

and looking in your mad eyes
I gather the courage to wisper

Like an ice on a skin is your self-admiration
Like honey on a heart you controversy
and if I am here one might say
that I lost my prudence
but I am still counting on your mercy

I understand that somewhere
you are in your way right
but why there is so little light
in your windows MOSCOW?

Yes, this all will pass
for a bug and for a lion
but I love you more when you are asleep
you striptease dancer, MOSCOW

Like an ice on a skin is your self-admiration
Like honey on a heart you controversy
and if I am here one might say
that I lost my prudence
but I am still counting on your mercy

written by atmoravi
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from record BELOE ZOLOTO