was born in the spring of '44 And never saw his father anymore A child of sacrifice, a child of war Another son who never had a father after Leningrad
There she stood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time, And the memories came rolling back of Leningrad in the war; For the girl in the photograph
Life began a mystery we still don't know how We're hoping we know what we do second nature comes along We create, but lose control we think we know what
She took off in the middle of the night I heard her slam the door Nadja had left me again My balalaika was nowhere in sight So I can't play anymore I
St. Petersburg. What's going on? Where are all the friend I had. It's all wrong, I'm feeling lost like I just don't belong. Give me back, give me back my Leningrad
Sitting here alone, I still don't understand They're up in outer space The boys in the band They left me here to stay Spitting out some sand And now
Eighteen years ago I saw this U.F.O And saddled up my tractor for a cosmic caravan I followed it through space and found this distant place Where everything
It was a nice cosmic afternoon Me and my babe behind the moon Man's gotta do what a man's gotta do Looked so fine, felt so good Kama Sutra's understood
Ulan Bator girls Ulan Bator girls Ulan Bator girls Stuck in a rocket over Mongolia what are we doing up here When we could be in Ulan Bator dancing and
Takeoff into orbit on a red-light rocket machine I'm trying to hold my horses you know what I mean Cosmic sky sisters saying they're here to please Serving
Ten brother out of this world We're not in a hurry, we're rotating slow Got to caryy on with this thing This thing we like to call a show It's crazy situation
Galina, a hard working boatman But her husband, he was just too poor Galina, got fed up with the hard life So she nailed him to the bedroom floor Down
Cold wind, midwinter moon, please shed me some light I'm so tired, surrounded by darkness, can't tell day from night My mind wanders on, to times when
All aboard we're on our way To this Party in the Milky Way Sputniks hot and ready to explode Following the brightest stars We might see Venus, we might
