Blues Lives in Russia

Blues lives in Russia. We're gonna give you a taste. On drums with Sasha, And Andrei on the bass. On that guitar is Misha, Sergei is my name. We do it not for money, And do it not for fame. Blues lives in Russia, though born in the USA. We got the real blues life here, It goes night and day. You see lots of starving people, Begging on dusty streets. Passed by by brand new cars, driving fancy kids. All kind of gangsters, the new masters of life. Buying up police departments, and cleaving by the Knife. Young chicks for sale, working at hotel doors. And empty speeches of the politicians, Empty shelves in stores, yeah. You got to suffer To feel the blues. That's why blues lives in Russia, ain't that a News? I say you got to suffer To feel the blues. Blues lives in Russia, Ain't that news?