High in the Snows of Russia
1968
High in the snows of Russia
where the north wind blows
the poor serf has been waiting for centuries
for the blond race to come.
They send us love, songs,
flowers and burning words.
Others send men-o-war
to the snouts of Phaleron.
Slaves suffer and sigh.
This generation’s finished too.
Everyone’s promising us paradise in 1999.
High in the Snows of Russia
High in the snows of Russia
where the north wind blows
the poor serf has been waiting for centuries
for the blond race to come.
They send us love, songs,
flowers and burning words.
Others send men-o-war
to the snouts of Phaleron.
Slaves suffer and sigh.
This generation’s finished too.
Everyone’s promising us paradise in 1999.
