Nina

Nina says her skin's as white as snow
And her two eyes are black as coal
Nina says that, even though she's young
For love, she's cried like a widow
But that's over, she's moved on

Nina loves to travel, but she won't dare
To a faraway land like mine
Nina says she made my map
And in the sky, my fate's been snatched
By hers

Nina says if I want, I can see on the screen
The city, the neighborhood, the chimney of her home
I can picture inside her house
The clothes she wears, her highlights, her crown
I can even guess the look on her face
When she writes to me

Nina longs to meet me soon
To take me out in Moscow's night
Whenever this waltz plays
I close my eyes, sip some vodka
And go