The Moscow crows
Woke me up
The wet matches
Killed hope
To smoke:
It means I will live longer
It means we will:
Burn the ships in my port
Exchange the ticket for some roubles
Would be good to grow out to the shoulders
I will never come back home
With you:
I am very involved
But not with them
I can see that it's tight
I remember that it's well-built
I bestow
The time
Do you see
I am burning
Somebody mixed up
And set me on fire
Arrivederchi:
They did not teach me to look in the peep-hole
And probably won't have the time now
Up to the shoulders:
I will break the turnstile
And will run to the ones I know
Take Change for the ticket
I will wait
Call me
At the usual six o-clock
I became older by a lifetime
You should possibly keep that in mind
The ships in my port
If we can't fly
We will float
Set the hands for two hours behind
In my port
Won't fly, will float
Set the hands for two hours behind
The ships in my port
If we can't fly
We will float
Set the hands for two hours behind
In my port
If we can't fly
We will float
Set the hands for two hours behind