There was a time in Moscow
A time I would not have known
Over roads we sang, over nights we walked
To the morn on flourishing meadows.
Why moonlight shed tears on your eyes
As the stars twinkled on cloudless summer skies?
You moved, I followed - willing to touch
The tender lips that only should have smiled.
To some quiet parks we advanced
Enflamed in music of love and wine
Was that a magic waltz we'd danced
Or just illusions of drunken minds?
Off we went and we roved all around
Where birds hadn't seen and winds didn't blow
There was behind just one long shadow
Off we went to life as a playground
There was a time in Moscow
A time I would not have known
A time when soul wore out the breast
When hearts were filled with sorrow.
(And love might also have a rest)
To Julian Hauser, Yana Zakharopulo, Ulrich Schubert, Ekaterina Boguslavskaya, Nastya, Kristina and Marta.