The Russian Songtext
von Soho Rezanejad

The empire falls on him like snow in an orchard
Everything goes strange and stiffly white
He wanders cities made burlesque with money
And music and the howling vagrant dogs
He is a soldier in his Cossack boots
Or a pale, blonde woman selling cigarettes
Often he′s a boy working alone
In a vast half-fallow field almost lost
And there's a sky like the back of a jigsaw puzzle

He′s sure that in the distance
It all comes clear
But here it's about to storm
A rust-red bird is crowing a time
That no wants to hear


The Russian, many things
A boy today, a prostitute tomorrow
A wise bird ahead of our time
A wise bird ahead of our time
It's pursuit, it′s porn, it′s gut
Ain't it all the same
I′m here and someday I'll be gone and that′s life
I want to taste it all
The piss, the billboards, the honey
I look just like you man, can't you see
Just pacing
Until I can′t no more
A heavy heart and an empty head
I'm trying to make sense of it all
I'm here and someday I′ll be gone and that′s life