Der Mann aus Russland [English translation]

Actually, the story sounds pretty simple

It was at a boring cocktail party

I sipped without motivation my Dimple [Scotch]

And he was already drinking his twelfth glass of vodka

I suddenly asked: so tell me how do you say 'cheers' in Russian

And he looked at me all confused

'Za sdarovye' he laughed out, 'Za Vashe Sdarovye blagabalutshiye'

And asked, 'Did you really not know that?'

And the man from Russia could laugh, be happy and crack jokes

lift his glass and drink to me

And the man from Russia could laugh, be happy and crack jokes

was a human just like me and you

We spoke then of both our worlds

I mentioned some things were crooked and askew [in Russia]

But he easily turned the table on me

And then he told me of his country, of the people

who lived tere and of a beautiful woman

Of the cities he raved, of Kiev and Minsk of the Black Sea

And that he was homesick I clearly knew

And the man from Russia could laugh, be happy and crack jokes

lift his glass and drink to me

And the man from Russia could laugh, be happy and crack jokes

was a human just like me and you

Circa 5 o'clock in the morning we partedand somehow melancholy

he siad, he had to go

'Na Sdarovye' I still hear, 'Na tvoyo Sdarovye I nasu druzbu'

And asked myself is friendship just a word?

And the man from Russia could laugh, be happy and crack jokes

lift his glass and drink to me

And the man from Russia could laugh, be happy and crack jokes

was a human just like me and you

And the man from Russia could laugh, be happy and crack jokes

lift his glass and drink to me

And the man from Russia could laugh, be happy and crack jokes

was a human just like me and you