It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
The leaves hang low now with the weight of summer,
Swallow you up along the sun-flecked path
Only your legs I see...
Moscow nights are minus one
Moscow days have lots of fun
A certain amount of painful fun...
