Your heart is my metropole

Where I stood with my feet
I pressed my roots into the ground
I never thought something stood above
To discover the world

Where I stood with my feet
I walked around the lively Red Square
I thought that the borders would never open up
To embrace the western world

When our looks met each other
Our energy began to flow
Like rivers meandering through life
We saw all borders disappear

In variety we find agreements
In the eyes of each other
Our hands forming a rose
And your heart is my metropole.