The samovar is full of tea. You stare unblinkingly at me. While your car waits in the freezing rain. . I know your soul calls Moscows home. But your heart belongs to Rome.
I love to go awandering. Along the mountain track. And when I go, I love to sing. My knapsack on my back. . Valderee, valderah,. Valderee, valderah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha,.