RUSSIAN 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