“Hey Nikita is it cold
in your little corner of the world?
You could roll around the globe
and never find
a warmer soul to know.
Oh I saw you by the wall,
ten of your tin soldiers in a row,
with eyes that looked like ice on fire,
the human heart a captive in the snow.
Oh Nikita you will never know
anything about my home.
I’ll never know how good it feels to hold you.
Nikita, I need you so.
Oh Nikita is the other side
of any given line in time.
Counting ten tin soldiers in a row
oh no, Nikita you’ll never know.
Do you ever dream of me?
Do you ever see the letters that I write?
When you look up through the wire,
Nikita do you count the stars at night?
And if [bad word] the time
guns and gates non longer hold you in
and if you’re free to make a choice,
just look towards the west
and find a friend.
Oh Nikita you will never know
anything about my home.
I’ll never know how good it feels to hold you.
Nikita I need you so.
Oh Nikita is the other side
of any given line in time.
Counting ten tin soldiers in a row,
oh no, Nikita you’ll never know.
Oh Nikita you will never know,
never know anything about my home.
I’ll never know how good it feels to hold you.
Nikita I need you so.
Oh Nikita is the other side
of any given line in time.
Counting ten tin soldiers in a row,
oh no, Nikita you’ll never know.
Nikita, counting ten tin soldiers in a row.
Nikita, counting ten tin soldiers in a row.
Nikita, counting ten tin soldiers in a row…”