He sits closer to her side,
Gently taking her by shoulders.
And his story, softly spoken,
Like a pattern will unfold.
.
Now, listen - there, at the edge of the world, is a land.
They have New Year, you won't believe it,
They have it every year not once, twice!
There's snow, there's so much snow,
That If I hadn't seen myself,
I'd never believe that so much snow could make it
So that sky is out of sight.
And even stars can't see the land below.
.
Through the flashing lights of night and sound of traffic honks
There runs a little spark, piece of my soul.
.
Shoo-shoo-shoo, New York is talking to "Moskva"
Moskva, Moskva, I beg you: take me back.
Wheels are running tirelessly along
This neverending line of road.
A little more, and we'll be off! The land below.
He swore to her he would be back.
"And God smite me, if I won't be."
False. God will.
.
Through the flashing lights of night and sound of traffic honks
There runs a little spark, piece of my soul.
.
Through the flashing lights of night and sound of traffic honks
There runs a little spark, piece of my soul.
.
I say, how silly would it be to trust his words.
But it's a sin not to.
The words of someone, who's the sweetest of us all, oh!
She says no word, and only brightly smiles at him,
The one... who's always... coming back.
.
Through the flashing lights of night and sound of traffic honks
There runs a little spark, piece of his soul.
.
(In the background)
H-C-D-E-F-G-A-H-C-D-E-F-G!
H-C-D-E-F-G-A-H-C-D-E-F-G!
A-G-C!
.
Through the flashing lights of night and sound of traffic honks
There runs a little spark, piece of his soul.
.
