And in these days, all is well and good You find the light in everything, And even in a simple Summer rain The smallest light gets in
Among the crowd I'm drawn to a face Something in her eyes Takes me down along the Garden Ring Along the river where we spoke of everything Beneath those endless skies.
And so I walk along the Moscow streets I walk until my feet are tired, Far out to the Pacific ocean breeze The Tundra and Taiga.
However far lies between us now wherever we might go If at times I'm ever feeling low I'll recall our days in sunlight or snow And remember Moscow