Yeah, if I ever get there
one day I will be far away
somewhere
between heaven & hell
in the only land
my ancestors
ever knew
a stranger in my own homeland
struggling to translate
my surroundings
& far away from you
& all this madness
of  those who would
call me mad
back to where
there's no black mark
next to my name
& where no-one yet knows
my pain
can you erase the past
& re-write your future
I'm going to try
& save the best dance for you
the one you won't see
from a distance
but which will be beautiful
& I'll be looking at Moscow
holding it's iron snow
between my palms
& walking the same
streets that made
my skin & bones
one day, if I ever get there
& each night
the wind will sing to me of you, boy
& of the future we never had
& of the green & pleasant hills
I left behind
but I'll be walking those Moscow streets
getting used to new heartbeats
yeah some day,
if I ever get there
one day I'll be far away
& some say love is blind
so I'll be wearing that blindfold
so as not to slip up