My mind’s a little scattered
Not knowing what to do
But all that’s ever mattered
Comes in my love for you
Though our hopes look tattered
Yet we will come through
Let all despair be shattered
Let’s seize our dreams anew!
Moscow nights are minus one
Moscow days have lots of fun
A certain amount of painful fun...
The tree – again! – it’s roaring white
Firing snow into the air
Lean long branches flash, declare...
