Green olives are closing in on me Its a Sunday at a party in a morgue Some russian died, i dont care Chance is i dont want to dare To take that last green olive Meteors will light the sky Heavens will fall oh my Please dont tell me i’m just scared
Russians all around You’ll have to take a chance Because you lost a game Of wisdom The universe will stop Little things will fall at once Because you lost a game Against your gods
Everyday i see that pretty bird I carry
A photograph as a talisman The old owl is russian wisdom Even as he is as old as i am Always speaking to my imagination They’re having their talkshows About the weather and about How i’m gonna die tomorrow Everywhere i look I notice the presence of his act Inspecting, judging Making me go back Is it just a conspiracy Or a lie against my pain Everlasting superstition Russians
Russians all around You’ll have to take a chance Because you lost a game Of wisdom The universe will stop Little things will fall at once Because you lost a game Against your godsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
