My sun burns at the junction of different winds,
The border of seven hills.
My sky is overturned into the night by the
Shadows of five corners.
How many paths and ways
Are now joined for me in the one.
I am going by native ground
To sky that's a life for me.
[Chorus]
Again roads fly to the night here
To turn dark into dawn.
Who owns what highway I don't know,
But my highway's E ninety five.
[Verse 2]
But only in two cities
I'm home while I am a guest.
Only where Neva turns into the sea
I see the Krymsky bridge...