Moscow, The Curtain Has Returned

My heart cries for you, the victim of cruel masters once more

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Will you never be free, dear Moscow?

Free of your suffering

You are a beauty to the beast, the evil masters

Craving power and blood

I cry warm tears for you

Tears of sweet memories past

Of your brief freedom from your heavy burden

The short-life days of hope and possibility

When you opened up to the world

Although it didn’t last long

I had some of the best times there

I discovered why you are so loved

I’ll forever remember walking down the streets of Tverskaya

Visiting Gorky Park, laughing on the warm August days

Going to the famous Bolshoi Theater

Hanging around the busy Arbat

Moscow, you will survive

Rulers come and go

You are eternal

Until your freedom is returned

Hold tight