Where would you go
In these horrible times
You've got nowhere
Alone, in that little dress
Of a circus rider
A million rubles
For your smooth shoulders
Come, at least don't deceive this
Angel on your palm
Forget, if you can
Forget, forget
If you can
It's like an
elegantly lost bet
Like a made up bed
A bit tight for two
Like a dress when it tears
Then bear (deliver, give birth) me like a doe
On the snow
And forget if you can
Forget, forget
If you can
Where would you go
In these horrible times
You've got nowhere
To you every bed in
This world is tight
Go under a false name
Go and travel north
Or bear me like a doe
On the snow
And forget