Drinking Vodka

I am dying from

Loneliness in the gutter

On the streets of Moscow 

In a pool of my sweat 

Without the sweet moments 

That I see you have as 

You walk into your luxury hotel 

Hyatt on Neglinnaya Street

Number 4; with a door and 

A restaurant I am dreaming of 

To eat inside and a room with satin sheets I cannot wish for sleep enough.... 

In the warmth of your touch 

I am crying in your reach 

To go inside with you tonight 

To go inside with your lovely beauty 

Your love; 

I am dying in the street in 

Moscow;  

In the cold, in the hunger 

In the bread and the vodka 

In these ragged grey clothes 

That are left with me 

From the charity 

You threw to me, 

I am watching you 

From the corner of my blinking eye 

Walking into your luxury hotel 

How I am dreaming 

Of walking into your room with you 

For that meal in

The restaurant and the hot bath 

And warm satin sheets in which

I am dreaming of a life with you, 

So I am dying instead 

Drinking; 

Sinking into vodka 

Outside the Moscow Hyatt

On Neglinnaya Street

Number 4; 

As you walk in 

I am left 

Left on the street 

The stone street 

The hard stone street 

Cold in the Moscow night 

Drinking Vodka

Drinking Vodka myself to sleep 

Myself to sleep

Myself to sleep