Winter hid the burnt city
And we're going by underground passage
There, where the snow is whiter and cleaner
There, where time won't find us
And you will forget my last glance
But after hundred of years you should recognize
My voice...
We will sing and laugh like children
We're buried on Nevsky Avenue
And on the mill there's no flour but powder
And that powder will explode soon
You will draw circles on the floor
Circles on the ceiling
Circles on the walls
You will shelter your son from the blast with your body
And you will forget my last glance
But after hundred of years you should recognize
My voice...
We will sing and laugh like children
We're buried on Nevsky Avenue
The train is waiting for you in that station
No one is waiting for me in Wonderland
They're carrying me, dragging me down
Two rails, two rails... two rails that turned to one
And you will forget my last glance
But after hundred of years you should recognize
My voice...
We will sing and laugh like children
We're buried on Nevsky Avenue
We will sing and laugh like children
We will f*ck on Nevsky Avenue
We will sing and laugh like children
We're buried on Nevsky Avenue
My try, correct possible mistakes, please :)