Secret of My Own Moscow

Moscow … I live here from my birth. And I just recently began to understand the real charm of this city. When I am feeling well it is sun here, when I am sad it is lonely here, when I sing my voice is heard all over a street, when I dream nobody will not understand and accept me so much like Moscow does. I can get dissolved in it, I can be marked. I can going to the lump, and, vice versa, I can spread myself on kilometers. Moscow is the part of my world. It is that where I live. But it is a motherland not quite. I do not love a word «motherland» at all. I do not see definition of it.