Russian Weekend

Left the city buzz behind on a midnight train. Moscow fades to silver birches and summer rain. Smell of pine and samovar, a welcome that is Warm. A simple wooden dacha, Weathering the storm. The balalaika starts to play, the vodka's pouring Clear. The stars above, the endless taiga smiling, Drawing near. It's a Russian weekend, wild and free. Losing every care, just my friends and me. And we'll dance like bears beneath the moon's bright Gleam. Living out a crazy happy fairytale dream. The Russian weekend dream. Is it real, see? Woke up to a lake so wide it steals The sky away. Jumped into the freezing water, laughing through the Day. Grilling shashlik over coals, the smoke climbs up so High. Reflected in the eyes of friends beneath the vast Blue sky. The balalaika starts to play, the vodka's pouring Clear. The stars above, the endless taiga smiling, Drawing near. It's a Russian weekend, wild and free. Losing every care, just my friends and me. And we'll dance like bears beneath the moon's bright Gleam. Living out a crazy happy fairytale dream. The Russian weekend. Is it real, you see? From the city to the forest. Dancing bears and golden chorus. This Russian weekend Never ends.