Friday, late night, I was in Moscow,
cold, the stars are shining bright.
The latest evening, Moscow still in the moon,
maybe a vodka for me soon.
In Strogoff´s Bar, the music-box was playing,
Matroschkalaught and said.
 
Do you know a
Russian game, in Russian nights,
we toasted to the love
and all she did is smile.
Russia is a puppet land,
seven dolls grew out of one.
It was a
Russian game, in a Russian night,
It seems there will be more
the vodka made them so tight
So many girls are here
seven next to me,
Matroschka,
what did you do to me.

Saturday, a cold morning in Moscow
I don’t know where I woke up.
Nastrovje was written on a bottle,
the game is over now.
Matroschkas were laying next to me,
russian Souvenirs.

Do you know a
Russian game, in Russian nights,
we toasted to the love
and all she did is smile.
Russia is a puppet land,
seven dolls grew out of one.
It was a
Russian game, in a Russian night,….