من طرف تل الآحلام 25/7/2009, 13:09[size=18]This song is about the most beautiful
city in the world. Moscow!
This city is a prostitute
She has red spots on her forehead
Her teeth are made of gold
She's fat and yet so lovely
Her mouth falls to my valley
when I pay her for it
She takes off her clothes but only for money
The city that keeps me in suspense
Moscow
One, two, three!
Moscow
Look!
Pioneers are walking around there,
singing songs to Lenin.
She is old and nevertheless beautiful
I can't resist her
I can't resist
She powders her old skin
and has gotten her breasts rebuilt
rebuilt
She makes me horny I suffer torment
She dances for me I have to pay
I have to pay
She sleeps with me but only for money
It's still the most beautiful city in the world
Moscow
One, two, three!
Moscow
Look!
Pioneers are walking around there,
singing songs to Lenin.
Moscow
One, two, three!
Moscow
Look!
Pioneers are walking around there,
singing songs to Lenin.
I see something,
that you don't see
When you close your eyes
When you sleep deeply in the night
I see something,
that you don't see
When you kneel before me
When you lie before me
I see something
that you don't see
When you touch me with your mouth
When you talk to me
I see something, that you'll never see
One, two, three!
Moscow
One, two, three!
Moscow
Look!
Pioneers are walking around there,
singing songs to Lenin.
city in the world. Moscow!
This city is a prostitute
She has red spots on her forehead
Her teeth are made of gold
She's fat and yet so lovely
Her mouth falls to my valley
when I pay her for it
She takes off her clothes but only for money
The city that keeps me in suspense
Moscow
One, two, three!
Moscow
Look!
Pioneers are walking around there,
singing songs to Lenin.
She is old and nevertheless beautiful
I can't resist her
I can't resist
She powders her old skin
and has gotten her breasts rebuilt
rebuilt
She makes me horny I suffer torment
She dances for me I have to pay
I have to pay
She sleeps with me but only for money
It's still the most beautiful city in the world
Moscow
One, two, three!
Moscow
Look!
Pioneers are walking around there,
singing songs to Lenin.
Moscow
One, two, three!
Moscow
Look!
Pioneers are walking around there,
singing songs to Lenin.
I see something,
that you don't see
When you close your eyes
When you sleep deeply in the night
I see something,
that you don't see
When you kneel before me
When you lie before me
I see something
that you don't see
When you touch me with your mouth
When you talk to me
I see something, that you'll never see
One, two, three!
Moscow
One, two, three!
Moscow
Look!
Pioneers are walking around there,
singing songs to Lenin.
