Dream...there is the great ground,
And very simple answers are
In grey cigarettes
And in heart of hidden comets.
And night-dreams I don't see them since spring
In which we said goodbye to each other
And promised that would wait for each other forever.
No, I don't believe that it can be
And both of us will flow
In separate ways that depend on mood.
Moscow don't believe to tears,
Who wants will check it.
Moscow don't believe to tears,
I have known this shore.
To go and to know that you're going to nowhere.
And to know that you aren't at all.
But you honestly miss
Them whom love you so much.
I'm just wanted be stronger,
But maybe it seemed like this.
But I'm not the same with girl that I was sometimes
No, I don't believe that it can be
And both of us will flow
In separate ways that depend on mood.
Moscow don't believe to tears,
Who wants will check it.
Moscow don't believe to tears,
I have known this shore.
Moscow