From dusk till dawn 
 Days are full of haze 
 The streets of Moscow look like maze 
 This captured my mind - 
 No beginning, 
 No end 
 I can find. 
 It's blowing, blowing out my mind. 
 Moscow is a cold world 
 I wanna get out of. 
 I wanna get out of 
 
 Down to the subway 
 One of crowded places 
 Lots of negative faces 
 Not open, 
 Nor friendly. 
 Everyone's got a problem. 
 Flowing, flowing in transfers and transitions 
 No end, no beginning 
 I can't make definitions 
 
 Up in the street it's snowing and snowing, 
 Melting into slushy mud 
 Under my boots 
 I hate it, 
 but will force myself to like Moscow, 
 Though now I can't, 
 Now I can't. 
 
 I'll force myself 
 Though now I can't 
 Now I can't 
 
 I don't like Moscow 
 I dont like 
 
 
 Moscow nights are full of lights 
 Moscow at night is a different world 
 Rich people in a big cars, 
 Rich people in unapproachable clubs 
 All of them looking like pop stars 
 No comment, no talk 
 Cause they don't know who you are 
 
 Moscow nights are full of lights 
 Rich people in a big cars 
 
 Days are full of haze 
 
 I don't like Moscow 
 don't like