My friend’s car is the fastest
 The girl in the backseat looking for a boy
 Pushkin is dead but I’m still in love with you

Fairy tales by the fire
 We’re sleeping cheek to cheek without an aim to kiss
 The girl has tears but she doesn’t know what for

And I say:
 Give me a call when we’re back home
 Cos I’d like to offer my shoulder
 Maybe some day you’ll find a soldier
 Who would love you till you both grow older
 I am not the one for you
 But I give you the handshake of a friend

She went down to the harbor
 She laid beside the ships
 She opened her lips
 And like the crashing train
 Her tears became the rain

And she said:
 Give me a call when we’re back home
 Cos I need your shoulder, please, give me that shelter
 Cos there will be no other soldier
 Who would love me till we both grow older
 Yes, you are the one for me
 Can’t you see it, you, son of a [bad word]