I have wandered around the world
for I have the nature of a vagabond
I have made love at least to a million
but I only ever loved one
Oh, my Nadja
You were my mattress
When I passed out in the hotel room
Oh, my Tadjaana1
I scarcely ever managed
to get a visa to you again
I think I'd forgotten everything else
When you look at me with deep blue eyes
Your pursed cherry red lips
I covered with passionate most gentle kisses
Oh, my Nadja
You were my mattress
When I passed out in the hotel room
Oh, my Tadjaana
I scarcely ever managed
to get a visa to you again
Oh, my Nadja
You were my mattress
When I passed out in the hotel room
Oh, my Tadjaana
I scarcely ever managed
to get a visa to you again
1. Or Tatyana