Let it Be v.3

Verse 1

It's decided now, no turning back, I know,

I left the fields I loved, let the winds blow.

The poplars won't sing with their winged leaves above,

They'll rustle alone, in the cold, lonely grove.

Verse 2

The low house will slump without me, I can see,

My old dog is long dead, silent by the tree.

On Moscow's crooked streets, tangled and worn,

To die here was written, fated, since I was born.

Chorus

I'm the same as the lost, I've gone too far,

There's no way back now, beneath this dark star.

I belong to the streets, to the smoke and the din,

A doomed man in a city that pulls me in.

Verse 3

I love this elm-lined city, though it's grown so old,

Sagging and weary, stories untold.

Golden, drowsy Asia rests on the domes above,

Sleeping in the twilight, wrapped in quiet love.

Verse 4

And when the moon shines at night, God knows how it gleams,

I walk with my head hung low, lost in my dreams.

Through narrow alleys, to a tavern I know,

Where the shadows are deepest, where the outcasts go.

Verse 5

Noise and chaos in that dreadful den,

But I read my verses to the fallen women again.

Drink with the outlaws, burn the night away,

While my heart beats faster, stealing what I can't repay.

Verse 6

My pulse races faster, words come out wrong,

I say, "I'm just like you, lost and gone."

No escape now, the path is set and sealed,

This is who I am, this is all I've wielded.

Chorus

I'm the same as the lost, I've gone too far,

There's no way back now, beneath this dark star.

I belong to the streets, to the smoke and the din,

A doomed man in a city that pulls me in.

Verse 7

The low house will slump without me, I can see,

My old dog is long dead, silent by the tree.

On City's crooked streets, tangled and worn,

To die here was written, fated, since I was born.