So many thoughts on my mind— but who to tell them to?
And here I am, all on my own— I'd better write them down.
I need to keep moving, not running.
You can't run from yourself, I should know that at age 30.
You can move to a new country, even a new continent.
You can win a lot of money, but still lose your chance
To live like there are no limits
And to get away from it all, leaving footprints behind you.
The wind of change is sweeping me away
Past the rooftops, past the Kremlin's walls,
And I'm soaring over the city like Superman
Escaping from his stuffy prison.
Once again, it's just you and me.
The last bell's ringing, the bridges are burning.
The ground has fallen out from under our feet.
I left you ages ago, but I still love you.
I saw a perfect chance to change everything in my life
And climb to new summits.
Believe me, it's really hard to say
Goodbye...
I'm leaving for London.
I'm leaving for London.
I'm going where all the water is.
Maybe forever.
I'm leaving for London.
I'll dream about Moscow,
But there's a problem: none of the trains
Ever leave Moscow in that direction.
I'm leaving for London.
I can see smoke from my balcony as I write these memoirs,
And couples in love are strolling through the park.
I'm in the midst of all this beauty now.
The truth about life is this: you have to make your own dreams.
You can throw away all your useless baggage,
Clear out trash from your home, turn on some Jazz Blues,
Change your state of mind,
And focus all your energy on making something new.
I taught myself to fly by throwing myself off of walls
And flying by the Big Ben tower, past the plazas.
I'm soaring over the city like Superman.
Maybe I'll stay here— I'm stuck in his prison.
We could've been so happy here, you and I.
But time is running out, the bridges are burning.
Wherever I go in this world,
Even though I left you ages ago, I still miss you.
I saw a perfect chance to change everything in my life
And climb to new summits.
Believe me, it's really hard to say
Goodbye...
I'm leaving for London.
I'm leaving for London.
I'm going where all the water is,
Maybe forever.
I'm leaving for London.
I'll dream about Moscow,
But there's a problem: none of the trains
Ever leave Moscow in that direction.
I'm leaving for London.
And I don't care how much it'll cost me
Just to live near the Queen
And to change where I live.
I'll finally live like a Lord - majestically.
The fuck do I need London for ?
I guess I have to stay.
Starting with nothing, after getting a bow,
I'm giving myself another chance.
The fuck do I need London for ?
Who needs me there anyway ?
I'm going to show up for five days, feel like crap,
and then go back to Moscow— fuck it!
I'm leaving for London.
I'm leaving for London.
I'm going where all the water is,
Maybe forever.
I'm leaving for London.
I'll dream about Moscow,
But there's a problem: none of the trains
Ever leave Moscow in that direction.