Кирилл Скрипник - Москва
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Moscow-a, Moscow-ah-ah
On dark streets, the light of a dim lantern
Moscow-ah, you are my Moscow-ah
You go walking, under the walls of the Kremlin

Hunger torments me today
Everything is tired, even this city
What I want, I can't understand
I probably want to go back to Moscow
On the streets there, very different faces
This city is called the capital
Someone is open, and someone is two-faced
Someone does not care and indifferent
City of contrasts, there is Moskou-City
Different freaks walk on the streets
Khrushchevs, Granny and Old Arbat
(Something like that)

Moscow-a, Moscow-ah-ah
On dark streets, the light of a dim lantern
Moscow-ah, you are my Moscow-ah
You go walking, under the walls of the Kremlin
Moscow-a, Moscow-ah-ah
On dark streets, the light of a dim lantern
Moscow-ah, you are my Moscow-ah
You go walking, under the walls of the Kremlin

City of desires
Everything comes true here
(Yeah)
Do you want a concert?
It turns out
(16 tons)
Further, more, you can't stop it anymore
The main thing is to believe, and the sky will help
Everyone can
The main thing is to believe, and the sky will help
City of contrasts, there is Moskou-City
Different freaks walk on the streets
Khrushchevs, Granny and Old Arbat
(Something like that)

Moscow-a, Moscow-ah-ah
On dark streets, the light of a dim lantern
Moscow-ah, you are my Moscow-ah
You go walking, under the walls of the Kremlin
Moscow-a, Moscow-ah-ah
On dark streets, the light of a dim lantern
Moscow-ah, you are my Moscow-ah
You go walking, under the walls of the Kremlin