Далеко-далеко (daleko-daleko)
Kino
Far, Far Away
Far, far away across the sea
Lies a golden land!
Kids aren’t tortured in school there
All the old folks are rich
Cigarettes grow on roses
Chocolate grows on palm trees
And everyone who’s been born there
Doesn’t want to go back
Cognac rivers flow there
Lakes sparkle with champagne
And ducks, roasted and ready
Will fly right to your table
People aren’t fed ideas there
They’re not fed tomorrow’s dreams
They don’t know there’s someone out there
And that we’re headed somewhere
The sky is blue, so blue there
And at night the stars shine bright
And everyone who’s been born there
Doesn’t want to go back
They don’t know the word worker
They don’t know and don’t want to!
Far, far away across the sea
Lies a golden land!
Kids aren’t tortured in school there
All the old folks are rich
