THANK YOU, MOSCOW

Thank you, Moscow
You saved me when I was low
You were always with me
Through your cheating
And your cold

You are my solitary skill
And without you, I am done
I follow your promise
However, narrow
Or desperate, I become

Thank you, Moscow
You bought me warm things
You brought me to a place
I am not sure I belong

Thank you, Moscow
I adore Moscow; I want Moscow to be strong
But when I see it through my side window
I comprehend perhaps it’s not my thing

Give me the Aegean or the English countryside
Take me to a less cynical life afar
Give me the courage to walk away
And recognise I owe it all to moya dorogaya Moskva