Moscow February did not save me from a Blizzard,
She didn't give it to the police, so she kept it safe.
They were scouring the area and the profile was full face,
In this extreme case, I have a beard in store.
And if they did, What would be the best of it,
Evidence and details, all burned long ago.
I did my business clean and cleaned up the trash,
But this view is "the Soviet secret service" bewitched me.
Caught like a boy-cute face,
Then only guessed-locked flush.
Moscow February did not save me from a Blizzard,
She didn't give it to the police, so she kept it safe.
And I'm walking around red square, as always,
My beloved country, Great Country,
I work as before honestly, but I do not like garbage,
I'm going to the nearest Temple to make up for my sins.
Ah, my life tin, I would like to change,
Yes, but how to fix everything I do not understand it.
I stand at the nearest station and see Luzhniki.
Oh, my life tin, Oh, God help me!
Oh, God, God, God, look at my face,
It will tell you all about dashing and vinzo.
It will tell you how to grieve,
As a husband leaves his wife, as a mother dies.
As a little orphan no one will give food
And how in the night the tavern stinks of old brew.
I can't sleep on spruce branches, for the life of me
And as in the neighboring temple I think of oil.
Moscow February did not save me from a Blizzard,
She didn't give it to the police, so she kept it safe.