Nostalgia for Russia

The blizzard sweeps, you’re lost in Russia,
Somewhere spring is, ladies listen to waltzes.
You breathe on the glass, trying to see
What awaits you if you step outside.

Nostalgia is a heavy feeling—
It won’t let you go easily, without pain.

A sweet girl in a white apron,
Suddenly asks in English, “What do you want?”
Life has become bearable, though night is near,
A terrible, frozen night.

Nostalgia is a heavy feeling—
Suddenly, instantly, it lets you go without pain!

Much is ahead—tears and vows,
You’ll remember the blizzard and the blind windows,
The sweet girl in the white apron
Will return to you in dreams.

Nostalgia is a heavy feeling—
It simply won’t let you go without pain.

Russian winters—sledding and skating,
The bell ringing from the tower, old ladies in scarves,
Her voice and ringing songs,
The ice hole and frozen lake, and the fearless people.

Nostalgia,
Nostalgia,
Nostalgia is a heavy feeling—
It simply won’t let you go without pain.

Echo, once, again, two hundred, three hundred times!
Echo, once, again, two hundred, three hundred times!
Echo, once, again, two hundred, three hundred times!