The brown salty slime has once again done what Napoleon couldn't
One careless action and you will be covered in shit
I try and imagine that pigeons are just frostbitten seagulls
And then I can hear the Mediterranean rumble of tides
I imagine us walking together through the sun sunken city
Our souls bound together forever with Solomon's seal
Our confident footsteps will slowly but surely take us to the shoreline
The taste of the sea on your skin will make my head spin
I open my eyes, I am still on the outskirts of Moscow
The sounds of the brown salty slime don’t remind me of tide anymore
I don’t really know who you are but I know that you will be
I yearn for the future, I know it will surely come
You re my sunny dream in Moscow winter
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