A place so grey and cold.
A place you can't call home.
Where yet you do return
With no regrets at all.
An ocean of foggy memories,
Abyss of aching doubt,
Encircled by pit of mysteries
You cannot live without.
A city. A town. A countryside -
With people pretending
To be ants -
Their work
Keeps going without ends.
A place where everybody needs to fight.
A dream. A blessing. A mother to us all.
Protector, with your mighty walls,
With hiding in the corners martyrs'n'whores.
You even burned yourself before.
A ghost of the past.
You live much longer,
Than the memory can last,
Oh, crimson star. A star of red.
How many warriors fell dead,
Fighting for you until the end?
And here you shall remain.
A mother, a friend, a city
Enemy shall never gain
No matter how great
Is your children's pain.
A city of clouds. A city of rain.
The times may change
Or they can not,
Depending on One's
Singular thought...
But something is imminent.
Among the dirt,
Among the smoke
Among the memories
That hurt -
In the end, Moscow is infinite.