Ruski Voz

Train, sleepy train
To Kharkov, Gomel, Leningrad
I know how far it is tonight
Belgrade

It will never be possible
Pen and paper
Not all Russian postmen
Can bring you
The letter
I write
Stamp with Lenin's face
And in the letter
The only thing
Sadness that breaks me

Chorus

It's not vodka, it's not brandy
Although tonight it hits hard
My sadness is great
Great as Russia
I can't send
Love because it's not sent
Nor could I bring
Your kisses with me

Train, in the train wrinkled faces of passengers
You are somewhere behind those mountains
Are you maybe asleep or awake like me
Are you troubled or not troubled at all
When you read the letter I write
The secret will be hidden behind these lines