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