Night Train to Moscow Say good bye to the Petersburg sun The half light of winter afternoons long gone Pancakes and mushrooms Tea with the hookers at dawn The TV is warning of a coming storm
Come lay with me Hide me in your arms And sing to me Of all the other sailors Their promises, flowers and champagne And in the end Life's just a Sunday morning
Night Train to Moscow Be kind to your loneliest son There's frost on your windows but your heart is warm