Paroles de Russian River

Just like a Russian river You're so hard to forget Didn't think anyone, anyone remembered And to tell the truth I have no regrets. I went out looking for adventure Oh! Whatever, whatever could be found Bound by my inheritance To be buried in sacred ground. On the outskirts of Moscow The army turned back Caught up in their destiny By a thousand, a thousand tank-traps. Oh, I put on my uniform I put on my tank-top There's nothing much that's been remembered And there's even less that's been forgot. You could say that I lost my soul To the Baron's daughter over twenty years ago An' I asked about her recently I was told she paints pictures in her French home. Who pays for your paintbrushes, honey? Who pays for all, all the paints you use? Yea, who, who buys your canvases And the things that keep you amused? Yea, just like that Russian river You're so hard, so hard to forget And on the edge of Moscow Yea, to tell the truth, darling, I have no regrets. Who pays for your paintbrushes, honey? Who keeps you warm on nights like these? Who pays for all the paints you paint with? Who keeps you safe from disease?