U.S.S.R.

Day in the night
taking places in the train to Moscow
Now I’m coming back to drink some iced vodka.
Landscape in white
sun is shining through the icicles
I’m dancing in the snow to balalaikas.
Time can go by but the Russian girls
don’t ever seem to leave my mind
Fine
don’t see why I should even try
to leave my heart behind.
U.S.S.R. — I'm back into the U.S.S.R.