Е100 It will never land...

Moscow, Chelny, and into the sky again
I've lost the count of all our fading plans
You're where the city's bright with burning lights
I'm all alone and grieving through the nights

You're in your world, an orbit filled with grace
I took another path, a different space
Between us, cities, and a stranger's face
And we, alas, can never land in place
Can never land in place

The Moscow lights are home for you, I know
For me it's Chelny, gym, and moving slow
Two years went by, a time that doesn't count
But still this pain is all I think about

You're in your world, an orbit filled with grace
I took another path, a different space
Between us, cities, and a stranger's face
And we, alas, can never land in place
Can never land in place

I was so wrong to get carried away
And you just somehow strangely slipped away
May a fair wind forever fill your sail
My fate's the gym, the road, the lonely trail

My soul is just a spark that briefly gleamed
Yours is a disco ball, a waking dream
I'll keep this memory... pure and so clear
In the cold, bright color... of whiskey here
In the cold, bright color... of whiskey here