MOSCOW GOTHIC

Narrow stem of nightrose 
Squeezes body and mind,
And your voice, and it's thorns, 
Prick me like the daylight. 
Moscow hides everytime 
I get lost on it's streets,
Searching for the new life 
In the maze of the dreams. 
If you want, you can swim 
In the fire with me,
If you want, you can see 
Me being the ice drying stream.
You've turned me into the smoke 
And ruined my temples somehow:
It's covered me in the fog
And it's ruling me now.
Counting every rain drop 
And the colors of night,
I'm conducting by my 
Polar star in the sky.
Northern wind will once more 
Sing to me, try to stop
When I'll be going to you, 
My Devil and my saint God.
I promise I'll be hiding no more, praying no more, 
Waiting him to come back. 
I promise I'll be crying no more: 
Let the rain be my mask. 
Moscow, close for him my diaries:
I don't wanna let him discover who I am.
Moscow, save me from his eyes, cause
I don't wanna let him see me once again.