Russian River - Nikki Sudden

Just like a Russian river

You’re so hard to forget

Didn’t think anyone, anyone remembered

And to tell the truth I have no regrets.

I went out looking for adventure

Oh!

Whatever, whatever could be found

Bound by my inheritance

To be buried in sacred ground.

On the outskirts of Moscow

The army turned back

Caught up in their destiny

By a thousand, a thousand tank-traps.

Oh, I put on my uniform

I put on my tank-top

There’s nothing much that’s been remembered

And there’s even less that’s been forgot.

You could say that I lost my soul

To the Baron’s daughter over twenty years ago

An' I asked about her recently

I was told she paints pictures in her French home.

Who pays for your paintbrushes, honey?

Who pays for all, all the paints you use?

Yea, who, who buys your canvases

And the things that keep you amused?

Yea, just like that Russian river

You’re so hard, so hard to forget

And on the edge of Moscow

Yea, to tell the truth, darling, I have no regrets.

Who pays for your paintbrushes, honey?

Who keeps you warm on nights like these?

Who pays for all the paints you paint with?

Who keeps you safe from disease?