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Edited on Thu Jan-25-07 11:55 PM by hickman
Moscow, foreign and mysterious Towers of red and gold Cold as ice But Moscow, whoever really knows you Knows that a fire is burning hotly inside of you
Cossacks, hey hey lift up your glasses! Natasha ha ha ha, you are beautiful! Comrade hey hey hey, we drink to life! To your health, Brother, hey, brother, ho!
Moscow, Moscow throw the glasses against the wall Russia is a beautiful country ho ho ho ho ho Moscow, Moscow your soul is so great At night, hell breaks loose ha ha ha ha ha, hey!
Moscow, Moscow love tastes like caviar Girls are there for kissing ho ho ho ho ho, hey! Moscow, Moscow come, let us dance upon the table until the table breaks ha ha ha ha ha!
Moscow, door to the past Mirror of the czarist era red as blood Moscow, whoever knows your soul knows that love is burning hotly like a coal
Cossacks hey hey lift your glasses! Natasha, ha ha ha, you are beautiful! Comrade, hey hey hey, we drink to life! To your health, sister, hey, sister, ho!
Moscow, Moscow throw the glasses against the wall Russia is a beautiful country ho ho ho ho ho Moscow, Moscow your soul is so great At night, hell breaks loose ha ha ha ha ha, hey!
Moscow lalala... Moscow, Moscow lalala... Oh, ohohoh... Moscow, Moscow
Moscow, Moscow Vodka is drank pure and cold and you'll live to a hundred ho ho ho ho ho, hey! Moscow, Moscow Friend, your glass is empty but in the cellar, there is plenty more ah ah ah ah ah!
Moscow, Moscow,
I'm not sure what the point was but props for the cool disco duds. ABBA wore the same kind of stuff in that contest.
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