"Лайка"

The streets of Moscow with my girlfriend
The streets of Moscow with my girlfriend
The streets of Moscow with my girlfriend

lonely [bad word] beat out in space
Repeats a heartbeat, forever lost
Floating like a dream in an empty room
weightless Laika looking at the moon

homeless shadow trapped in the [bad word] 
little curly dog embraced by endless space
An echo of her life floating like a dream
Forever lost in the Sputnik Space Machine

She loves the disco, she loves the disco
She loves the disco flying through the air
She loves the disco, she loves the disco
She loves the disco flying through her hair

She could have been my love
She could have been my life
The streets of Moscow with my girlfriend
The streets of Moscow with my girlfriend

You could have closed my eyes
You could have told some lies
And then you left me here out in the atmosphere
Without the disco, without the disco

Hearts on fire
Burning with this sad desire
Der Untergang ist jetzt, der Untergang ist hier
My life is sadness, my life is madness

I love the disco, I love the disco
I love the disco flying through the air
I love the disco, I love the disco
I love the disco flying through my hair

She could have been my love
She could have been my life
The streets of Moscow with my girlfriend
The streets of Moscow with my girlfriend

Hearts on fire
Burning with this sad desire
Der Untergang ist jetzt, der Untergang ist hier
My life is sadness, my life is madness

I miss the disco, I miss the the disco
I miss the disco flying through the air
She loves the disco, she loves the disco
She loves the disco flying through her hair

The streets of Moscow with my girlfriend
The streets of Moscow with my girlfriend